Cocorashy Ch 1 Part 1

Who am I, what am I


I walked through the dark streets, a light rain drizzled down across my coal black hair and thunder cracked the night time sky far above. The streets of New York were cracked and beat. The neighborhood was nearly in shambles and the brick walls were colored in art.  I was staring at the ground in front of me as voices from earlier drifted through my mind.

Such a whore.

Who does she think she is?

Why doesn't she just go away and never come back?

I was used to the judgment. I slept for drugs and was owned by a man that didn't like to shower. His greasy hair was always hidden under the white NY cap that were seen upon the heads of every thug in the city. I had dropped out of college yet still attended the parties they threw on campus. A lot of people talked bad about me, saying I had some sort of STD or was pregnant. Both were lies, I knew my boyfriend. Despite his appearance he was clean and made sure I was as well.

I sighed heavily and I stopped next to a burned lot. My house had once stood here, but it had been burned to the ground a couple weeks previous. My purple eyes dimmed a little as another wave of depression crossed me, threatening to drown away what life still existed deep within me. It was in shadows. A light mist lingered upon what used to be the floor, soot and coal had stained the walls black. Three walls still stood and part of the floor on the second story. The kitchen was nearly spotless, stained black and useless but still intact. The begging of the staircase was still standing but half way up it stood no more. Burned trees towered menacingly over the remains of the house and there was a presence of fear and death.

I sighed heavily in anguish. The police officers thought of me as a suspect, and liked to keep tract of me. But at that moment all I wanted to do was run away, however that was not an option. If I ran they would just put out a warrant saying I killed my father. Why couldn't they just admit something supernatural had happened and had burned my father alive? I continued walking toward the cemetery just a couple miles away. Time didn't matter to me anymore; I no longer cared what happened to me.

I fell heavily at my father's grave, tired and swore all over. John Sum Cocorashy, 45, father of one. I looked to the right and saw my mother's grave, right next to his. Lilly Ann Cocorashy, 22, mother of one, leaving husband behind. I suddenly noticed a small box rapped in simple tan paper partly hidden behind my father's head stone. I reached for it, allowing my long pail fingers to wrap tightly around the sand paper textured box. My name was written on the top in a very neat cursive.

To Triskay Cocorashy, it's time to come home.

Time to come home huh? Slowly I popped the lid off, I could only stare. There was nothing inside, nothing but air. After what felt like hours anger shot through me and I chucked it at John's grave stone. A white light engulfed me entirely.

Images of war and anger between man and demon alike ran like a hurricane through my head. Red was the only color in this realm, there was no hope, it was fight to survive.

Screaming my eyes flung open. Or so I thought. I was in a bed, red and black. I was young, probably five years old again. Everything looked familiar. The room was long and wide, a fire place on the opposite wall was alive with red ambers. A black rug lied on the ground before it, and three doors loomed on either wall. They were large, oak doors with roses and ivy engraved upon the frame. Rugs and blankets covered the walls, a deep crimson red. The bed was large and round and felt like a cloud to lie upon. Pillows larger than myself rested against my back and a star lit sky glittered above my head. My aunt Ruby came rushing in, her face pale and scared.

She was so much younger than when I last saw her. Her curly gray hair that cupped around her face was now a fierce red and the wrinkles under her eyes were completely gone. Her ears were that of small bat wings and horns grew out right above them. A red devils tail trailed behind her and her heels clicked against the marble floor. Tattoos covered her skin completely, which was a dull gray. The tattoos were swirls and spirals, a deep red that glowed a brighter red.

"Triskay put your clothes on I'm taking you back to your other mother and father!" She screamed as she through me my clothes. "You should never come back to the Realm of the Lost Souls okay child? It is dangerous here and everything wishes to harm you," We were running across the field now, running away from the palace toward a small human village upon the mountains. Wolves howled in the far distance and demon cries screeched throughout the heavens.

"What's going on?!" I shrieked, not knowing what else to ask as she pulled me along. My small, child legs were stubby and hard to move. Everything about this body was wrong and unfamiliar. Even the sent pulsing off of me was not my own, however, with age I knew this body would accept me and the spirit within would give up hope. Giving me the power to allow my own spirit to radiate my true sent and aura. To allow my true features to begin to carve into this body.

"You are the lord of the Blood Demons, Triskay!" She yelled. "Of vampires, sky shadows, X-phantoms, anything that would take pleasure of hunting and killing something alive. Something completely evil, something that knows no bounds, and does not care about anything else but it's self. You are their God, and all the other demons want your powers, they wish to devour you alive. And your worse enemies, the kneekens and werewolves, the packs that belong to the moon, wish nothing more than to kill you and all your followers!"

I was young, but not foolish. I knew what she meant. I understood everything. But I would soon forget it all in a coming moment of horror. We crashed through the bushes and I noticed a ghostly figure sleeping next to a rock by a tree. It was my body. Now older than my current form you could barely see any John or Lilly within the features. Those features that had molded the body with age belonged to someone else that wished for me to call him father. Someone feared by all living creatures, worse than myself.

"Ruby! Look!" I cried, pointing to it. She glanced, but saw nothing.

"Get on the stone child!" She ordered as we both crouched down. I didn't want to leave my body. I knew this age was not the right time; there were things that needed to be done, memories to claim and demons to win to my side. Wolves that stood like man, like anthro's shot out of the trees. Their snarls and bared teeth made the skin around their mussels wrinkle with anger. Venom dripped from their long fangs and long red claws cut through the trees and bushes. Determine to get to me and kill me. At that moment a huge one, the size of five houses stacked, ripped the trees from their roots with a single blow. He held up his furry palm and shouted into the night as we began fading away,

"Coshnana!" A huge blast of red engulfed everything and I opened my eyes. I was again in my rightful body. I shot to my feet quickly and checked my body to make sure nothing had happened. In fear my eyes quickly glanced around me, there were no wolves, there trees looked younger than before, thin and small. So, that was a memory of what had happened a long time ago. Images still raced through my mind, I was remembering who I really was. I was told never to come back, but something wanted me back. Whatever, or whoever, had placed that box so that I would find it knew who I was. But who were they?

Turning I looked toward the rising sun. My palace was in ruins. A sadness tangled itself around my heart. Trees twisted their way up its gates, birds flew in and out of it, and vines had colored the walls green. So my enemies had attacked that night. I stepped forward and a twig snapped under my foot, something hard came down over my head and blackness swallowed me.

"Who is she?"

"Look at the clothes she's wearing,"

"Where did she come from?"

"You said you found her by the Silexkie stone,"

"Yes"

I opened my eyes slowly and slowly looked around. About six to seven people were standing before me, but it was too dark to tell what they looked like. Chains had me pinned to the stone floor and wall and the skin around me was rubbed raw. My entire body was sore all over and my skin was stained black and blue. I slowly sat up and they grew quite.

"What are you?" One of the voices growled. I raised my hand, as if I wanted help standing up.

"You're worst enemy, Coshnana." I growled. The red light shot up, toward their faces. As quickly as the light had come it had gone. Their heads were gone; blood poured out of them and plopped onto the ground. A small lump in the far corner moved to stare at me. I grinned as their bodies fell limp around me. At last I had power!

"How do you know that spell?" He asked. My eyes narrowed as I looked upon his silhouette. Before I was able to speak however people started screaming far above us and the boy shot to his feet. The chains broke at the sudden movement and I blinked. "Come with me," He said as he walked closer towards me. I raised my hand toward him.

"Stay the fuck away from me," I growled. He froze.

"Please," He whispered.

"Why should I?" I hissed.

"Because I want to know more about you, but we can't talk here." The door suddenly flew open and another figure stood in the dim light. Dust and smoke circled around him so I couldn't make out any details, but I saw his eyes flicker between me and the other boy.

"KC, we need to go now!" The boy barked, almost like a dog. The boy, KC lifted a finger; the other one cocked his head. It was a simple jester, why did he seem to not understand?

"Do you want to be free or not?" I looked back up at the other boy. Slowly I lifted both my hands so he could break the chains. They rattled against the cold stones beneath me in protest. "You may leave us once I feel it is safe to return you to your home," I nodded and he broke the chains. Darkness clouded my heart at the word home, which one was my home now? New York City, where this body was born and raised, or this place where I had been thrown into suddenly? Before I could move he had swept me up and was running out of the door. I could hear the other one growling with disgust. As we neared the end of the stairs KC's hand covered my eyes.

"Uh… why are you-?" I began.

"Dakota gets carried away when he kills," KC said. "It's a horror scene out here," I could smell the blood that probably covered everything around us. Uneasiness grew inside of me. The iron burned my nose and made my stomach turn. The blood had darkness to it; they had probably lived in hatred their entire lives and died in a moment that proved that hatred to be right. The fear that lingered in the air was nearly unbearable, nearly as most as the hatred that coiled around it.

"Hey," The other one, Dakota growled.

"It's true,"

"Stop picking about my bad habits and start looking at your own crazy 'I want every girl in the world' attitude,"

KC laughed and removed his hand. Trees zoomed past us with incredible speed and the air was clean, full of natural smells and textures. We were in the forest again and I looked up to study KC's features. His hair extended to his more than likely, however was pulled up into a very loose mohawk that spiked out roughly around the edges. His eyes were a burgundy brown, almost like dried blood and his skin was a fair color. He was thin and somewhat short, however the hardness of his arms and chest clearly stated he was stronger than he looked. I looked back toward Dakota to look at him. At this goose bumps crawl up my spine.

He was some sort of wolf creature. His hair was thick and matted, almost like long fur and two brown wolf ears stuck out of the top of his head. His eyes were like a glowish greenish brown and his skin was three shades darker than KC's. He was taller, about six feet and buffer too. A long brown wolf tail followed after him and his finger nails were claws, shining a crimson red.

"What are you?" I asked, my voice quivered slightly and KC laughed.

"Relax he won't hurt you," KC said. Dakota looked away from me, he didn't plan on answering. "His father is a kneeken from the realm of Rikalu and his mother is an unknown creature,"

"…Kneeken…" I whispered slowly; my enemy, a wolf that stood like a man, and a wolf that was born as a wolf, which never once looked like man. A dangerous creature that cared nothing for anything else; their only purpose in life was to kill me. Dakota glanced sideways back at me and saw the horror in my eyes.

"Hey," He said, shocked. KC slowed down to a slow walk. The dirt under his feet sprayed slightly and his grip tightened; making sure I didn't sway awkwardly in his grasp. "I won't hurt you I swear, don't be scared okay?" I blinked; they were supposed to be blood thirsty demons that spared no one's life. Why shouldn't I be scared?

"I'm not scared of you," I whispered softly as my grip on KC's shirt grew tighter. He looked down at me; his eyes slowly narrowing as he tried to read my face. I hid it behind my hair slightly as I glanced away from them both.

"Maybe we should rest here," He said carefully. I noticed the stone a couple yards away. He sat me down carefully and sat down in front of me. "Enough about Dakota. How did you know that spell?"

"What spell?" Dakota asked as he leaned against a tree.

"The coshnana spell," KC said.

"A memory," I answered. He lifted an eye brow. I curled into a ball as a shiver crept up me again. The dirt here was a deep red. Had it been stained in blood or was it naturally this color?

He sighed. "I'll get some water and Dakota you start a fire," Dakota scratched his head and walked into the trees, his tail combing the bush tops as he vanished. KC stood and ventured back toward the way we had come.

"Why do I scare you so?" I heard Dakota ask quietly. "And don't try to bull shit me I saw it in your eyes,"

I hissed angrily under my breath. How was I going to keep my identity a secret if I couldn't even hide my true emotions from one of my enemies?! I heard a quick intake of breath and he appeared before me, arms full of fire wood. A spider dangled off of one and disappeared into a bush.

"What are you? You can't be human if you were able to pull of the Coshnana spell. And no human can hiss like that,"

"So I'm not human, why do you guys want to know?" I growled with a shrug; my eyes giving him a full warning to back off. "The god to the Blood Demons has returned," His eyes widened in shock and he leapt back with a sharp growl. I was in a pouncing position in a second and he was one all fours growling angrily. The wood he was holding clattered between us as it fell to the ground.

"You died long ago!" He snarled as he began to shake with anger.

"I was taken away and my memory was wiped by that stupid spell!" I hissed.

"Then why did you come back?!"

"I was brought back!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" KC yelled as he came closer to us. "What the fuck is going on?!"

"She's the enemy!"

"He's the enemy!" We both shouted at the same time.

"What?!" Dakota growled with anger like a dog and I hissed dangerously sending chills down KC's back.

"Dakota sit!" He shouted as he through the pail at him. It hit him in the face, knocking him back and water sprayed everywhere. "Okay who and what are?!" He growled as he turned to me.

"My name is Triskay Cocorashy and I am the god of the Blood Demons," I growled.

"Oh, well that explains it." He turned sharply toward Dakota. Who was sitting now and glaring at KC as he drummed his fingers on the bail. "She is not your enemy Dakota, you are an exile there why do you still stick up for them?!" Dakota glared off in a different direction and a low growl escaped under his breath. A silence suddenly crept among us. "Wait…" KC turned toward me in awe. "Triskay…. Cocorashy?" I only glared, my fingernails curling in the dirt as I brought them into fists. Again, I had given too much information. Dakota was no longer angry but now staring at me in shock as well.

"Where is Chow?" Dakota asked, still staring at me. "None of this is making sense,"

"We'll have to go to Princess Keisha," KC said as he cleared his throat.

"Will you stop staring at me like that!" I snarled. KC walked over to me and had me in his arms before I could react.

"Put me down!" I screamed, trying to smack him away. He gripped both of my hands in one of his, how was he able to hold me with only one hand?

"Please don't fight us, we only wish to help." He said and then both he and Dakota were running like lightning through the trees. I hid my face. Suddenly a loud crack snapped the night air and KC was tripping the next second. I was thrown forward and landed on my back, rolling across the dirt road and landing on my side in agony.

"Ow!" I yelled and I noticed KC, mid-air, was being pulled into the trees. Dakota went to jump after him but suddenly a black whip lashed out and caught him around the waste, pulling him into the trees on the other side of the path.

Four human like creatures circled around me suddenly. Long, black bat wings gave them an unnatural lean forward to help with the weight and black devil tails twitched cautiously around their feet. Small little horns poked out of their heads and a aura of demonic power pulsed off of them. I struggled to my feet as they approached closer, but a male reached forward with his claws and gripped me by my hair, dragging me to my feet as a female kicked me in the gut. I gasped with pain and doubled over. He let go of my hair and I coughed out blood onto the ground at their bare feet.

"Hey!" Dakota barked as he walked out of the trees holding two females by their wings. They looked pissed but had their arms folded across their chests. A huge white flash came from the trees where KC had been taken and KC's curses suddenly followed. Another female demon ran out of them backwards and hissed like I had before.

"Leave her alone!" KC snarled as him and an Angel walked out of the trees. The angel spread out her wings slightly and a light bloomed off of her; lighting up the darkness that had once clung to us with the demon's sudden presence. A female with puffy blonde hair grabbed me by my neck; her long fingers curling completely around it and her nails digging slightly into my flesh. I closed one of my eyes in pain.

"Why?" She hissed. "Pluto warned us about a demon as weak as a human that would some day come to this realm, a demon that would try to control us. We must kill her!"

"Autumn," One of the one's in Dakota's hand whimpered. Asian eyes glistening in the moon light as this, Autumn, glanced over at the helpless girl. "Pluto said to bring her back alive," Dakota glanced down at them for a minute, his eyes questioning what he had just heard.

"What does he want with this sorry sack of meat?!" I flicked my hand toward her.

"Coshnana," I hissed. She twisted herself out of the way and grabbed my neck again.

"Clever," She panted. As our eyes locked she froze ever so slightly. Looking into my eyes time seemed to freeze, she saw no fear, no horror, nothing she would have expected, only rage was visible and the deepest hatred. The moment was gone but the hatred stuck.

"Let her go!" Dakota snarled as he through the other two to the ground and began running toward me. "Damn you sky shadows!" He hissed as a male with long brown hair pulled back blocked his path. The demon smiled at Dakota and Dakota tried to bite his face, but he held his head back; keeping Dakota at bay with a sword to his throat.

The demon Autumn shook off the puzzlement and squeezed my throat, piercing the sides with her claws. So this was to be my death, by my own demons. A snap cracked out and everything went black.

Dakota pushed the demons aside and they shot into the sky. He picked me up and went running off in a different direction.

"Chow! Hurry up before her soul leaves!" He shouted. The angel shot into the sky and flew fast far ahead as KC jogged behind us. Her long pail fingers grasped a crystal ball inside her pocket and through it at a lake beneath her; the water flashed white and dimmed to a crystal clear. Dakota crashed through the bushes and ran into it, dropping me under of the water before him.

KC panted heavily as he leaned against a tree to regain his breath. Chow landed beside him and he patted her shoulder length blonde hair. She glared at him and pointed to me.

"How are you doing?" He asked.

"Who is this girl?" She whispered violently, her eyes like ice as she glanced toward me and Dakota. He was pulling me out of the water very slowly. His eyes full of nothing but concern.

"Her last name is Cocorashy, ring a bell?"

"The name of death, yea why?" She seemed to be more concerned with why she had to use her crystal on a human's life than anything that KC had to say.

"Her first name, Triskay, translates to life." Chow's eyes fixed on his and she grew quiet, slowly she turned to watch as my eyes opened slowly. They shimmered a glittery wetness, electric purple with dark black circles around them. My skin was pail and fragile and my hair was waist length and coal black. It pulled heavily back against my head as Dakota slowly had me stand, catching me as I leaned forward suddenly and began coughing violently; chocking on blood.

"We'll have to take her to Keisha, that's where TSA is now," Chow whispered. "I don't know what that means; it's an illegal mix to name a child. Triskay is a holy name, and Cocorashy is a cursed name. It makes no sense," KC nodded.

"What the hell?!" I shrieked as I whipped the blood from my mouth. "Why the hell did they try to kill me?! Aren't I supposed to be their God?! Their lord and master! Their lover and fighter!"

"Have any of your demons ever met you?" Dakota asked as he steadied me. I thought for a moment, looking back upon my short lived childhood out here. I shook my head slowly.

"No, I was taken from this body's biological parents by my aunt Ruby, and later returned to them at a very young age because the demons attacked my palace." Dakota blinked again in shock.

"Ruby? The one that tried to destroy this realm?" I nodded.

"She used to tell me stories about it, seeing fear in their eyes, and how it pleasured her; freezing everyone in time. The joy it brought to her, and then she'd always look at me with anger and say I took it all away from her." He only stared. Chow and KC also just stared. The wind blew slowly and I smelt their desire, their fear of me.

"So, wait you're related to Mother Nature, er Gaea?" Chow asked me, almost like a snap of jealously, or maybe disbelief. I lifted an eyebrow. I knew the answer to that, but I didn't feel the need that anyone should know that but myself. I shoved my hands into Dakota's stomach and twisted around, shooting electricity at him. He shot up and flew into KC and I took off running.

Dakota groaned as he gripped it tightly. KC's eyes spun inside his own head from Dakota's weight and the sudden force.

"Get up you two she's getting away!" Chow growled as she jogged after me a second and turned quickly toward KC and Dakota. "We cannot let her go! If she is who I think she is we need her now more than ever!"

"Oh yea well you go and get her!" Dakota growled in pain.

"And end up like you, I think I'll pass." She folded her arms and turned away. "In order to get revenge on Pluto you'll need her,"

Dakota barked angrily at her and stumbled to his feet. Slowly he began walking after me and slowly picked it up to a run.

"We'll meet you at Sparkling Esor!"

I crashed through the trees in panic. What had I done to him?! Why did I suddenly feel sick? Why was nothing going as I thought it would go? I was supposed to be a demon, and so far I was as strong as a human with a few tricks. A branch sliced my cheek open and blood sprayed the tree. I ignored the pain and continued to run. I had to get out of demon territory; they all wished to eat me. I probably had the power to stop time and escape quickly, but I didn't know how to control it.
They wanted my powers, they wanted my flesh. Everything about me called to them, everything about my being would give them a power increase. A sudden high pitched screech pierced the air around me and I winced. They had smelled my blood.

Dakota stopped as he noticed the branch with my blood. He smelled it and his eyes widened. The smell made his tail twitch with weariness, the demon side of him wined at the smell, in fear and in hunger. But his un-known side knew I was hurt, and it made his heart ache. He closed his eyes and listened to the night, he could hear my foot steps, light and nearly soundless, and following mine he heard everything. It was as if all the demons here were hunting me. He gripped the branch angrily and it shattered between his claws.

Dakota opened his eyes and stared after me. His shadow suddenly darted far ahead, toward me. A small voice whispered back.

Hurry, there is not much time.

Growling he darted after it. All he could think of was me.


A huge bug demon shot down in front of me and I screamed. I tried to leap back but there was another one. Its long claw like fingers tried grabbing at me, but I ran quickly between its beetle like legs.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" I screamed.

"Give me your blood," Another one moaned as it got down on all fours. Its giant head inches from mine and its pincers circling around me. Horror crossed my face as its breath made my hair fly back. I raised my hand.

"Coshnana!" I shouted. It ripped down in half and split from side to side. Something hit me and I slammed into a tree, ripping the skin off my shoulder. I screamed once again and darkness began clouding my vision.

Dakota quickly pulled his sword out of his sheath and cut the demons in half. He kicked the pieces away and dropped down next to me.

"Triskay?!" He screamed as his shadow returned to its rightful position. "Triskay can you hear me?!" His fingers slid across my cheek and he checked my pulse. Weak, but it was there. He carefully lifted me up and continued on his way.

"Dakota," I mumbled into his chest.

"Shhh," He hushed.

"You smell horrible,"

He chuckled.

"I'm sorry,"

"It's okay, save your strength." I nodded once and drifted off again.



The trees slowly turned into grass lands as the sun began to rise behind us. Dakota picked up speed  as two figures began growing in the distance. The grass lands were now a desert and giant rocks stretched into the sky. Uneasiness started growing through him; the rocks and the ground were charred by very hot fire blasts. He glanced down at my sleeping figure in his arms and his heart skipped a beat. The morning sun hitting my face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"KC!" Dakota yelled when they were a couple yards away. Both turned and Chow glared at him. She slowly pointed to the top of the mountain where a dragon sat, watching us. "Oh no…" It inhaled our scents and smelled my blood, roaring with pleasure it slowly began rising into the air.

"Wait what?!" Chow gasped. "It's been watching us for a while now but why is it suddenly hunting us?!" She turned to Dakota with fear in her eyes. I turned slightly in Dakota's grasp, hiding my nose inside his chest. The smell of brimstone made me uneasy in my dreamless state.

"It's because Triskay, she is bleeding." Dakota said as he handed me to KC. "Take her to Sparkling Esor; I'll take care of these creatures."