SHILOH, micha lucas

[Micha Lucas Shiloh]

I go by teej, and my time zone is EST. I found this site by using my imagination. You can contact me by PM, thanks.

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Johnathan Micha Lucas Shiloh.

AGE:

He is twenty-four, soon to be twenty-five.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight, but a little bicurious.

SPECIES:

Other. He was a human, but was cursed into a demon-like specie dubbed a “task demon”. He’s kind of the “tooth fairy”. So yes, other would be good.

**Micha is more of a screwed up human with demonic juice. His purpose is contorted around a mutilated version of the tooth fairy myth, but isn’t considered a hybrid. P:

NATIONALITY:

American, for the most part.

OCCUPATION:

(Medical) Student & wanted serial killer. o:

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Choppy and short hair that can be ruffled and messed up easily resided upon his head. Chocolate colored it was with the faintest lighter brown up front and darker brown by the back of his neck – as if he had natural highlights. His skin is more of a peach color – the color fixed right in the middle between a nice tan and pale sickly skin. Basically, his skin tone is average; though yes, in the moonlight he appears more pale than usual. Occasionally, depending on weather, location, and mood; he may have some facial hair; like some sideburns or a goatee. Usually he has a faint trimmed goatee but nothing more; though that I easily removed when he doesn’t want it. His ears are normal human shaped and his eyes aren’t discolored in anyway – in fact they’re a normal teal color. Sometimes they appear greener than blue, other times the direct opposite. His build is a little above average. His muscles aren’t really defined, but they’re there. His build is moderately muscular though mildly giving off that almost ‘scrawny’ feel to him. Everyone wears clothing and so does Micha. Like a lot of people, he wears average clothing. Usually a top that matches his eyes with a dark bottom of some sort. He really necessarily has no preference. Even though he is a tooth fairy, he does not have wings at all. Did I ever mention he is a little psychotic in the head?

CELEB CLAIM:

Shane West.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

An oddball is one word that fits him quite perfectly when out and about in the daytime. Since he is a demon and wants raised to interact with humans, he isn’t a very social creature, and when he is he often smiles when the situation doesn’t call for it. Occasionally, Micha wears his emotions on his sleeve to give him that ‘innocent’ look to him. Sometimes he does it far too often, but other time’s he seems to be as cold as ice. It just depends on his mood, really – which varies on each occasion. Being raised by a witch for over half of his life, Micha was raised to hate children and some elder people… And soon witches later on. Micha is kind of a hateful soul since his whole life was basically molded for him without his say in anything. He reacts weird and irregular some of the time, but all in all he acts normally as one would. Even though the witch h no bound to him anymore, he is still a Task demon and must do as he was created to do – and that is to gather teeth for… Someone – he doesn’t know who; but he gathers teeth. Loose teeth, teeth in your mouth, teeth under a pillow – Micha collects them. Most of the time if not all when he does, he goes a little crazy; killing the wielder of the teeth in the process. Yes, Micha is a little sadistic as well as sarcastic. He tend to mock in ways that are considered crude humor – but humor connected with anguish. Sometimes though, he speaks in third person; but that usually happens when he’s more ‘crazy’ than ‘sane’.

LIKES:

Teeth, knives, his “mother”, the nightlife, getting attention (the good kind, like pampering), sometimes he likes blood more than average, he won’t admit it but he loves it when people scream in terror, sleep, salty foods, feeling superior.

DISLIKES:

When people don’t comply, not getting the teeth he need, getting caught, being accused, getting hurt (though depending on the situation, he could like this), being bloody sometimes, making a mess, people that don’t understand him, the daylight, the authorities.

SECRETS:

Umm… He’s in denial about this secret, but he killed the witch that stole him and is a little mental. Yeah… He is oblivious to his psychopathic state of mind.

FEARS:

Making his “mother” (Cassandra) angry [Yes, she is dead, but Micha’s mental, so… Yeah], losing teeth, being out in the open.

DREAMS:

To know what a normal life is. To know what being normal feels like.

STRENGTHS:

He is an excellent actor – he hides that crazy side of him sometimes and when he does, he seems almost convincing and normal. Strength itself – though he doesn’t look like much; when he has a knife or some sharp or blunt object; he’s armed and deadly. Knowledge of “solving” – meaning he is extremely careful what he does so the authorities cannot find out about him and etcetera. His body is weird and thus, different – Micha can tolerate more pain than the average person; guess you can say he has a high tolerance to it. Finding information – he may not look like much and ay act a little “derp durp” at times; but when Micha is on the hunt for someone, he does his research secretively – he may know more than you wish for him to know, and he will find you.

WEAKNESSES:

His emotions – most of the time he seems childlike and is unaware of what he does, but just as quick he can seem serious; and that can cause problems. Teeth; he’d beg like a dog at first for them but if you won’t give them to him, he will attack – he’s obsessed, kind of. He is a sucker for the sweets – mainly lollipops and suckers that you get form the doctor’s office. Micha has “episodes” at random; call them “spazz attacks” if you will. Even though he feels weird about it, he cannot help but to be attracted to the female form… Even if he does rip their jaws off of their face and makes a bloody mess.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

The tooth fairy myth has been going on for ages – longer than we may think. There are many ‘versions’ of the myth, but all in all, they involve the teeth of little children. All people now is that a woman dubbed as ‘the tooth fairy’ comes into the child’s room at night when the little tyke is sleeping and exchanges the tooth that resides under the pillow with some shillings – either bronze, silver, and once in a great while; gold. Where the tooth fairy goes – people say to her tower, but her true location is unknown. Even more unknown is why she collects teeth and what she does with them. The only thing people know about the mysterious woman I that she take the teeth so that witches couldn’t curse the child. Thus, she was dubbed ‘the protector of children’. The job became tougher over the years as the population exceeded, and so she created those like her – somewhat of a replication of herself with magic beyond our understanding. How she did this remains a complete mystery – but the few she created were all female. There were no male tooth fairies… Until one day.

“Mom, it hurts!” A child proclaimed; a small and soft petite hand cupped his mouth – teal eyes trying to hide the pain, stared up at his mother. Walking over to her son from across the patio, the mother crotched down so that her eyes were at her son’s level. Gripping a gentle hold of her son’s hand she moved it to the side, “What hurts? Your tooth? May mama see?” She asked, her voice full of that motherly concern. With a small nod, the child opened his mouth and pointed at a tooth indicating which one is was before he poked it –showing his mother that it was lose and moved. When he did that, the little boy winced in pain and jerked his hand back. “Oh, a loose tooth! That’s great, hun.” She said, happy that her was starting to lose teeth – a sign of growing up, as well as smiling to try and comfort her obvious worried child, “How is this great!?” He asked – his hand slowly raising and once again cupping his façade, “It means you’re growing up, Johnathan!” With a cheery smile, Nichole, the mother, reassured her son. Hearing a scuffed voice from the other side of the house, she patted his shoulder before standing back up, “it should fall out soon. When that happens put it under your pillow for the tooth fairy, okay?” She said, seeing her son nod, she then left the scene.

Holding the side of his face where most of the defined pain resided, Johnathan whimpered before entering the house. The pain was preventing and distracting him from doing his household chores. In his mind he would do them later – or so he hoped he would. When he entered the abode, Johnathan could hear the playful laughter of his little sister. She was happily playing around the house – running about and chasing their dog, Duke. “Nikita!” Johnathan called out to his little sister, “Stop tormenting Duke!” But of course the little girl didn’t listen. Instead she kept on chasing the dog like a game of tag. Turning the corner sharply, Duke ran at Johnathan as if he was protection from the girl. Seeing the door still open form when Johnathan walked in, Duke ran past Johnathan and onto the porch. Nikita followed but began to slow down her pace when she saw her brother and the dog – who just ran outside and was vanishing in the distance. Before she could stop abruptly, she lost her balance and slipped toward Johnathan. Reacting a little bit too slow, Nikita slammed into Johnathan and they both fell upon the floor. Yelping in pain, Johnathan’s hands clasped onto his mouth and wined in pain. The corners of his fingers started to turn red as the smallest ribbons of blood seeped from between them. Eyes wanted to water but they kept the tears inside; instead, those teal eyes showed pain with the slightest singe of anger. “Eww, Johnathan! You’re bleeding!” She yelled, staring at the blood around his mouth. With a glare, Johnathan got up; his hand still covering his mouth.

Upon hearing Nikita from outside, the mother dismissed herself from Daniel, the father, and rushed on inside to see what had happened. Worry ebbed throughout her visage upon the slightly bloody sight. “What happened!?” She asked, helping Nikita up before looking over at her son, “Let mommy see…” She spoke, gentle eyes examining her son’s face at first he shook his head a ‘no’, but then he winced and removed his hand – letting his other see his bloody mouth. “You’ll be fine. Come, rinse your mouth out.” She proclaimed, taking a hold of his wrist and pulling him to the back room to rinse. As he was rinsing, Johnathan groaned for a moment before spitting in the container. “My tooth…” He whined, seeing a small dot of white with the distilled bloody water. Reaching in and picking it out, Johnathan whined, his tongue already occupying the place where his tooth was. Gosh, it still hurt like hell. His mother immediately complimented him and etcetera ad told him to go upstairs and put the tooth on his nightstand – until nighttime when he went to bed. Like a good boy, he went upstairs and put the tooth on his nightstand and walked back downstairs. He still had to do his chores… Figures.

After helping with some of the chores around the house, the family ad dinner as the sun was about to vanish below the horizon line. The dinner was delicious and Johnathan almost didn’t have any more room for dessert. He didn’t really eat much for the space where his tooth resided still hurt, but he was a stubborn soul so thus forced to eat the delicious cheesy food. Finishing up his plates, cleaning them, and putting them away, Johnathan raced hi siblings upstairs and jumped on the bed; tucking himself into bed. Before he got comfortable and went to bed he remembered the tooth. Reaching out to the bed stand by his bed, he snatched his tooth and slipped it under his pillow. “I hope I get some gold…” He mumbled to himself, getting comfortable and finally closing those little eyes of his – falling fast asleep. Just as soon as the whole house was asleep, Duke included, it was then that ‘she’ came into the picture. She wasn’t the original tooth fairy but one of the ones the original one made. Slowly and almost with finesse and style, she opened the window of Johnathan’s room and slipped on inside. These fairies knew when a child lost a tooth, but they weren’t the only ones that could sense this. Powerful witches with a bad reputation could also sense this as well. Just outside of the window not too far off resided a witch; Cassandra… Awaiting the tooth fairy’s departure from the child’s room.

Floating smoothly over Johnathanand to the other side of the child’s bed, the tooth fairy turned her body until she was almost upside down; her dress remained where it was; never changing direction as if gravity didn’t affect her. Gingerly she lifted Johnathan’s pillow, taking the tooth that resided under it and put it into her little bag on her side. In her other picket she took out two silver shillings and put them under the child’s pillow. Tilting her head she floated over Johnathan, her face so close to his; examining the little boy before going to the other side of the pillow. She was about to exchange the two silver shilling for a gold one, but it was then she sensed something not right. Feeling threatened, the tooth fairy hissed and flew out of the window hastily; the window closing behind her hard. The loud slam of his window caused Micha to tense before his eyes jolted open. Knowing he opened his eyes, Johnathan quickly closed them, lowering his head down, “Are you there, tooth fairy?” He asked, scared to look upon her. His brother told him that the tooth fairy was both good and bad. They left coins and protected the children but also if you saw them they cursed you and made your life a living hell! Micha didn’t know if it was true or not. He even asked his mother but she denied it – said his brother was trying to scare him; nonetheless, Johnathan gave caution. Hearing nothing, Johnathan opened his eyes and scanned the room. Seeing nothing he looked at the window for a moment before looking at his pillow. Lifting it up, he saw two shilling of silver. With a smile and getting excited, he plopped his head back down; a smile on his visage and closed his eyes – glad his pain paid off. Even though it wasn’t what he wanted, he was satisfied.

As the tooth fairy was fleeing the scene, sensing danger, the witch soon then acted before it was too late. With a spell already casted when the tooth fairy entered the home, Cassandra activated it and when the tooth fairy flew over a certain area she soon froze; trapped in the witches spell. Both were extremely powerful, but the witch had the upper hand with magic at the end of her fingertips – meaning she didn’t have to recite some spells or read off of a book – most was from memory and experience. With strength, the witch raised a hand and hit the air. When she did that it was as if something hit the tooth fairy that stayed frozen in the middle of the air. With a shriek that wasn’t human, the tooth fairy was slammed down to the ground. That eerie shriek woke Johnathan up. Once again he opened his eyes without thinking. Scared but trying to be brave, Micha rolled on his back, scanning the room before rolling on his other side by the window. The noise… It came from outside… Slipping out of his bed and ignoring the boogieman story, Johnathan walked to the window and looked outside. At first he didn’t see anything but when he squinted his eyes, it was then that he saw it; the tooth fairy and someone else. Teal eyes widened at the sight that was befalling before him.

Restraining the tooth fairy and bounding her to the ground as long as she could, Cassandra rushed to the tooth fairy’s side, avoiding her swipes of her hand. Once again the tooth fairy shrieked inhumanly when Cassandra snatched the little purse that contained Johnathan’s tooth and just for kicks – Cassandra grabbed a lock of hair, pulling the tooth fairy down so she can kill her right then and there. Why let the fairy live seeing her face. The tooth fairy glared at the witch and hissed in pain, but upon seeing Johnathan in the distance, her eyes widened and she shrieked as loud as she could; just when Cassandra slashed down to kill her. The loudness of her voice caused Cassandra to lose her hold a bit and only cut the fairy. He grip loosened to the point that the tooth fairy slipped out an flew off. Wondering what she as looking at beside her, Cassandra turned about and that was when she saw it; Johnathan staring outside form his bedroom window. “Child!” She yelled, vanishing in a puff of smoke. Scared and confused, mainly scared, Johnathan turned around, debating on hiding under his covers or running to his mother. Tossing the first idea out, Johnathan started to head for the door, but a small cloud of smoke appeared in front of the door and then the witch appeared; tooth bag in one hand, bloody dagger in the other, “Child!” She growled, “You saw, you saw!” With that she lunged at the child. Her sadistic face was the last thing he saw before his whole body was engulfed in pain…

Cassandra knocked the boy out, but it wouldn’t last long – it was just to shut him up momentarily. As she was about to grab Johnathan and take him to her place, little Nikita walked into his room, opening his door an sayig, “Brother, what was that noise?” Before she could scream, the witch snapped her fingers, causing one of the dog’s ball toys to fly into her mouth; shutting her up before she screamed. That was when Cassandra got an idea; and an evil one at that. Cassandra took the children (Johnathan and little Nikita) to her own place in the basement; tying them up and wrapping rope and cloth around their mouths so they couldn’t scream or cry – she absolutely hated that noise with a passion. But… She didn’t need the little girl; just Johnathan. After all, she had his tooth, not his siblings. But alas, it was easier to make someone work when family members were threatened, no? Hence why she took his little sister – since she was small and looked fragile… Nikita was already up; her eyes puff, red, and swollen form all the crying. It took Johnathan a little while to actually wake up and when he did he tried to scream; but the cloth and rope around his mouth prevented him from doing just that. Cassandra was in the room; smiling at Johnathan when he finally woke up, “I’ve been waiting for you, child.” She cooed almost mockingly, turning around so she gave her back to the child. That was when she crushed Johnathan’s tooth and slipped it into a glass. Placing it to the side and mumbling some chants, she grabbed the dagger that she use to injure the tooth fairy and walked to Johnathan, “do you know what this is, child?” She asked, of course Johnathan nodded – thinking she meant the dagger. Snarling and slapping the child across the face, she shoved the knife against hi face; cutting the bridge of is nose and part of his cheek in the process, “No you don’t!” Hissing and pulling the knife away, she grinned, “This… This is tooth fairy blood. And know what I’m going to do with it?” Johnathan refused to ask.

Snarling at the boy, she removed the rope ad cloth form his mouth and immediately told him to shut up – else he hurt his little sister. Thinking she was full of herself, Johnathan screamed for help – than was when the witch grabbed another dagger and stabbed Nikita in the leg; causing the girl to emit a muffled scream through the cloth and rope as well as cry more and more. “I said be silent, child!” Now knowing she wasn’t kidding, Johanthan cried and stayed quiet; keeping his mouth shut and not bothering to call for help. Leaving the dagger in Nikita’s leg, she turned her attention to Johnathan; caressing his cheek and smirking, “Do you know what I want, child?” Shivering lightly, Johnathan shook his head, and that gave him another slap across the cheek, “That’s right, child; my little child… You do not know.” Kissing his forehead mockingly, she then leaned forward, pressing that other dagger against his lips, “Lick it, my child. Lick it all up.” Johnathan shook his head; trying to get the tooth fairy blood covered dagger away from him, but when he refused Cassandra backed off to Nikita, “No! Don’t!” He cried, but Cassandra didn’t listen and slapped Nikita off of her chair, “Let’s try this again, child.” She hissed, walking back to Johnthan and pressing the edge of the knife against his lips. Crying and vision blurry, Johnathan sniffled and listened; licking the slightly dried blood off of the knife. That was when the witch lowered her head and mumbled words in another language that Johnathan didn’t understand.

“Faster, my child!” The witch hissed, and Johnathan obeyed; not wanting his little sister to get hurt more. When he did, though, he cut his tongue and whined, but the witch hissed more and told him to finish. Once he did Johathan was about to spit it out but the witch grabbed his face and plugged his nose, “Swallow it.” Resisting for as long a she could, Johnathan couldn’t take it anymore and just swallowed, that was when the witch let him go and let him breathe; but only for a moment. Grabbing the container with the crushed tooth, the witch added some other items into the glass of crushed tooth as well as grabbed the dagger that once held the tooth fairy’s blood and cut her wrist, letting the liquid pour into the glass. Once again, she mumbled some words in some other language that Johnathan dint understand. Once the glass was halfway filled, she turned to look at Johnathan, “Drink…” Glancing over at his sister and seeing her in pain, Johnathan obeyed. Placing the cup on his lip, the child started to drink, tears spewing from the corner of his eyes. Once he finished, Cassandra tossed the cup to the side and cradled Johnathan; pushing his face against her chest and stroking his hair, “What a good son you are. What a good boy.”

Hearing that, Johnathan protested and said that he wasn’t her son, yet the witch had a clever reason why he was – saying something like his real parents wouldn’t let anything bad happened to him and etcetera. Being only six or so, the words had a huge impact upon him, “Did you know that your name is Michail? But I call you Micha.” She asked, obviously lying and poisoning the child’s mind, the caresses getting rougher and rougher until she was basically pulling on his hair and digging her nails into his skin, “No, no… Stop, please, it hurts!” Once again, the witch slapped him across the face – telling him that he only thinks he feels pain – and to suck it up for his little sister, who was still bleeding on the floor in pain. The witch continued this little treatment for hours; poisoning his mind wirth lies upon lies. After some hours, the witch started shunting once more and tied Johnathan or… Micha… On the bed. Dehydrated and in pain from what the witch did, Cassandra finished her spell upon the child – cursing him a slave to her forever… And since he drunk some of the tooth fairy blood; she added her own little spell in there as well; for hi to be a part of that fairy. With a scream, Micha’s body engulfed in pain. Jerking hi body from side to side, the child tried to get free, but he couldn’t. Bloody tears seeped out of his eyes with one final scream of pain before his body unconsciously fell down, limp and almost dead as the grave. With a smile, Cassandra looked at Nikita, “So sad you don’t have a brother anymore…” With that all went black for little Nikita. It was as if everything that Micha knew was a lie as his new life began that same night.

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Years upon years have passed and little Johnathan or well… Little Micha grew up. Even though he was a demon now, he still aged. Soon he would stop aging and remain in that ageless state like non-growing vampire. Twenty-something and losing track of age, Micha has been doing the same thing for over a decade; might be two, who knows. But almost every single day, he gathered teeth for his ‘mother’ Cassandra. It was that so she could cure the children. She made Micha who he was so that he could do her dirty work as to gather the teeth. A lot of the time Micha encountered tooth fairies and the two fought. Sometimes Micha won, but like a sadist; ripped their teeth out and left coins by their till alive but in immense pain body. The other times he lost the fight but vanished from the scene like a coward. When he did that, he was punished for his behavior, but it was something he expected. He did something poorly, he deserved to be punished. But his mother Cassandra didn’t punish him very badly. No, she didn’t harm him so bad, just made him bleed sometimes and created some bruises, but that was in; nothing more. Sometimes punishment wasn’t even a slap to the face but something more erotic, but Micha had no say… He was her son now, her slave so to speak; he learned to obey her that everything she did was alright. Oh how wrong he was…

Crickets chirped their nightly song outside of a little girl’s window for a few minutes before silencing as a dark figure approached. Teal eyes watched as the candle in the room was blown out. Patience engulfed for figure as he stood there idle for almost an hour; waiting for the right moment. After that time had passed on by, the figure climbed the side of the house, peeking into the little girl’s window. Scanning the room, the figure then vanished and reappeared in the room by the side of the bed. He had to look ahead to make sure he didn’t reappear ‘in’ anything again. That was one painful experience. The little girl snuggled her pillow, peacefully sleeping. No, there was no tooth under the pillow; but Micha ‘sensed’ a loose tooth in progress. Tooth fairies sensed these things, as weird as it was… Instead of waiting for it to fall out on its own time, Micha helped quicken the process. With a grim smile, Micha patted the child’s cheek, awaiting for her to react and wake up. Small hazel eyes soon fluttered pen, still sleepy; but upon seeing a stranger they jolted open. Mouth opened to scream but before she could his hand slammed itself against her lips; muffling her speak as she struggled to get free. Reaching in his back pocket, Micha grabbed his stiletto knife ad flipped it open just when the little girl managed to get free a bit. “Mot—” She started to yell but Micha slammed her down. Rolling himself on her and keeping his weight on the little girl so she wouldn’t move, Micha raised his knifed hand and stabbed it right into the little girls jaw. Repeating this process, Micha ripped down her bottom jaw, examining the bloody teeth that resided inside. Sadistically, he pulled them out with the help of his knife; one… by one. the little girl was barely alive and feeling all this pain. Pulling quite a few but not all, Micha sat up on her, digging into his pocket some bronze coins. Tossing them in the puddle of blood by her face, Micha picked up just one of the many teeth he pulled out, and vanished from her room with a slight chuckle. Outside, he reappeared; his face splattered with blood and a smile resided on his visage.

That was what he constantly did. He got the teeth his own way if impatience seemed to take hold. Sometimes he was lucky and the tooth resided under the pillow, but most of the time he ‘sensed’ it incorrectly and had to yak the teeth out himself. Mockingly, he left change for his deeds – sometimes real shillings, most of the time fake. Nonetheless, after each act or after some acts, he returned back to his ‘mother’ Cassandra. She cursed the teeth of the children, but most of the time it was ineffective for the child wasn’t alive to receive the curse. Most of the time Cassandra found out an punished Micha, but it wasn’t anything he truly hated. No, in fact he kind of liked the pain after all these years being used to it. But this one day; things changed… For the better or worse, who knew when it came to Micha. He was small when she poisoned his mind and slowly his memory was ebbing back. After that last kill, Micha shed a tear… He didn’t know why. That little girl reminded him of someone close – he had that gut feeling, but he couldn’t place what. This bugged him greatly. After some kills, this happened, but he never asked Cassandra what of it. But today, or tonight actually; he was. He was going to force her to speak – information for children’s teeth.

Returning to Cassandra’s little cottage, his ‘home’ now, he walked inside and went down intot he basement where she usually resided – cursing and doing black arts. “Mother, I got some teeth.” He cooed, and then laughed sadistically, tilting his head and giving his mother a smile. Seeing this, Cassandra sighed – already knowing what he did. Blood on his face and that evil laugh he always gave… The teeth were basically useless, but the teeth could be used to curse someone else in the family; so nonetheless she still took them. “Hand them over.” She stated. Straightening his body and frowning, Micha shook his head, “No.” Eyebrows lowered and anger rose in the witch. With the snap of her fingers, she summoned a chair in the room to hit Micha on the side with great force until the man fell down on all fours. “Give them to mommy.” Once again, Micha repeated the no and stood up. Whence he did that, Cassandra snapped her finger and that caused Micha to be tossed against the wall. Laughing at the pain, Micha grinned and looked at Cassandra, repeating that ‘no’ once again, but then added on, “Did Micha have a sister?” Quickly the witch replied, “No, of course not. Why would you think that!?” Releasing Micha form the wall was a bad idea, for the lad slammed the witch against the wall where he once was, “Tell me the truth…” He said and she said she was. Yet Micha didn’t believe her. Why would he cry for little girls that had the same kind of hair, eyes, and etcetera? Why? Not believing her, Micha grabbed her face and slammed it against the wall, “Tell Micha the tru—” He said before he noticed some blood seeping out of Cassandra’s mouth…

“You wretched child!” Slapping him across the face and pushing him aside, Cassandra held her mouth for a moment, before looking at her hand, “You hit me! You bad child!” Shrieking, she raised a hand to slap him across the face but before she did, Micha grabbed her wrist and stared at her with a sadistic grin, “Your tooth is loose, mother.” For once I her life living with Micha, Cassandra grew afraid… Very afraid. He was a Task Demon now; he ‘had’ to get the tooth. She knew it! “Micha, go to your room. Mommy has this covered.” She said, trying to barter with Micha, but the man didn’t listen. Tightening his grip on her wrist, Micha jerked her down. Growling and getting angry, Cassandra snapped her fingers, raising the table in the room and letting it fly at Micha. Being this tooth fairy, he jumped in the air, turned and remained afloat; lying as if he was resting on something a the table flew below him and missed him crashing into the ground, “Mommy has a loose tooth! Micha’s so proud!” Chuckling, Micha floated closer to Cassandra, his arm reaching behind him to grab that stiletto knife of his. Glaring up at Micha, Cassandra vanished from point A and reappeared to the other side of the room. Turning upside down and looking at Cassandra, Micha shook his head, and then let out a maniacal laugh before disappearing from sight.

Frightened and glancing around, she didn’t see Micha anywhere. “Micha? Micha!?” She called, but there was no response. He wasn’t in the room, but still he rheart raced. Then… the candles that luinuated the room beside the moonlight form the small window above all went out. The hairs on the back of her neck rose on end and she started to back herself up… Until she saw it – those eyes of sadism. “Micha, stay back! Mommy’s warning you! do you want to be punished!?” She asked, threatening him. Stepping from the shadows to the moonlight, he grinned, “Yes, of course… Cassandra.” Before she could react with a biding spell, Micha already vanished and reappeared behind her. With that, he grabbed her neck and jerked her back and forth as if she was a fish out of water. “Give me your tooth! Let me have it!” Gagging, Cassandra raised a hand to snap her fingers, but seeing this Micha threw her to the wall. With haste, he drew his knife and cut some fingers off of one hand. Screaming in pain, she was about to snap with the other hand to get him away, but Micha, foreseeing this, grabbed that hand as well and cut off some of her fingers. “D*mn you child! d*mn you! I curse you to—” But she never finished her verbal spell. Stabbing her in the throat, Micha grabbed some of her hair and pulled her up, letting her skin rip and tear form where the blade was stabbed through her throat and into the wall, “Your tooth, mother… Liar… Cassandra!” Snickering as he sapped open her jaw, Micha grinned, looking at the teeth inside. Oh, so lovely they were!

Tears seeped out of Cassandra’s eyes as she was powerless and motionless. There was nothing she could do to save herself. Losing so much blood, she assumed the worst. Ripping some teeth out, Micha stopped and pondered; a bloody hand on the bottom f his chin; contemplating, “This isn’t right.” Was he stopping? Did he learn his mistake? No. Instead he yanked the knife out ad grabbed her form; disappearing and reappearing in the bedroom upstairs. With her back on the bed and Micha looming over her with a smile that screamed sadistic, Micha leaned on Cassandra, his hand caressing her cheek as the other held is upper form up, “Micha loves you mother,” He said, kissing her on the lips, then her other cheek; almost in a mocking way, “But your teeth are mine!” With that, Micha sat up and shoved his hand inside of her mouth, grabbing the bottom of the jaw and ripping it out. Blood covered his upper body almost completely now as he raised the bottom jaw up; letting the drops of blood fall on his face. “You’ve been a bad girl,” Micha said, lowering the jaw and looking down at her dead body, “Bronze shilling for you!” dropping the jaw, Micha reached into his pocket and pulled out a fake bronze coin, tossing it in her mouth and vanishing from the bed. Reappearing outside, Micha grinned before looking up at the moon. What a beautiful night…

It was until the next night, after washing up, he went to do his job that he then realized that he couldn’t do half the things he could have done when Cassandra was alive. At first Micha was doumbfounded and lost, but returning home he then remembered all of what happened. She lied to him… He did have a sister, he had to have had one… And mother; oh, her teeth were so beautiful, Micha just had to have them but… Where was he supposed to go now? His whole life was made to collect teeth and bring them back. So now what was he supposed to do without Cassandra? Micha didn’t really know but still – the man returned home; bringing teeth and leaving them in the basement. It was a habit a ritual he couldn’t get out of. Due to his massacres of people, finding teeth became more difficult as people started to bury them and soon started to toss them in fire – creating logical reasons as to why, besides the ‘killer tooth fairy’ roaming about. Life was difficult now and teeth collecting were slim, but whenever Micha had a chance, Micha did just that. It was just few and far in between.

FAMILY LIFE:

Daniel; father; alive.
Nicole; mother; alive.
Jason; older brother; alive.
Nikita; little sister; deceased.
Duke; family dog; alive.
Cassandra; no relation – witch – new “mother” – dead.

His sister had relations with another demon. She died giving birth to the baby boy. The child was soon put under Micha’s care. He named the little boy Felix.

OTHER:

Micha used to know how to float and act as if gravity never affected him – that he basically controlled it, but since he killed the witch, that part of the curse lifted. But that was basically the only part that did vanish besides some other dark magic related to that, however. Micha still knows some dark magic and can ‘poof’ and ‘reappear’. ;c But that’s necessarily it.

The "fairy" in the history is just a "demon". So, yeah. Also, he is a crazy little man inside. Be warned. =P

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