Demonic Good

Chapter 1

I dodged another bullet this time. Well, it wasn't really a bullet. It was more of a beam of holy light, and I didn't exactly dodge it, it kinda... reflected off of me? I'm not sure why this keeps happening, and these angels that follow me around are starting to get on my nerves, but they're just doing their job, I guess. Keeping filthy nobodies like me off the streets. 

What am I even doing around here? Why do I always hang around the mortal world when I clearly don't belong here? Well... that's a good question. I guess I just, I know this sounds cliché, but I feel like I just don't belong anywhere.  Things  keep on trying to hunt me down here, and my world known to humans as hell isn't much better. There I'm pressured to torture residents for all their sins instead of forgiving them and moving on like a normal person. 

There they do even worse things to me than the misguided angels do. At least in the human world, I don't have to worry about Carlos breaking into my house and stealing all of my money again. Humans are weaker than I am and almost harmless.

The angels have given up on attacking me for the day. It must be exhausting trying to get a nuisance like me off the streets. They should go home and rest.

Night has fallen. This is the best time for me to be out. Where there's only a few humans and the angels are too tired to deal with me. 

The streets are quiet at night. The sky is midnight blue and there are many stars tonight. I walk along the street, pass a few shops, and listen to the music coming from them. Humans sound surprisingly very good. I wonder how they are able to sing like that.

I keep walking along the street until I come across a general store. I make sure no one sees me yet, and make myself visible, well, except for my wings. I see the sign on the door that the general store is open, and step inside. 

A rather large, middle aged man with a black beard is behind the cash register. He gives a woman her change before she leaves the store. I open the door for the woman. She smiles before she walks out into the night. 

"Hello," the man said to me, "How are you?"

"Alright," I respond to him, and I walk through the store.

I'm used to making empty responses because people in my world are rude as- well, hell.  Unlike here where people are actually paid to appreciate their customers, I just get a greeting that goes something like this: 

"Hey, how are you? Oh wait- I don't give a fuck. You look fat in those pants by the way!" 

I just say, "Hey," because those insults are sad. Almost as sad as their business practices.

I slowly pace myself to the back of the store trying to look as natural as possible and careful not to draw attention to myself. I am lucky there are fewer humans here at night. 

I don't know exactly what I'm looking for. I guess you could say I'm looking for company. Company that doesn't try and fail to wipe me out from this intriguing world.