Capri, a museum curator who lived her whole life drowning in her nightmares never struggled to be happy. In fact, Capri was always happy despite her tedious struggles. She never failed to be kind. Everyone who met her said she was an angel. The joyf...
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"Elisha, you are a poor excuse for a son and I won't have any son of mine acting so weak," my father said as he rested against his spiky black throne. His words made me furious, but I knew better than to yell at my father.
"I don't care what you think of me," I said bluntly, wanting to leave his throne room as quickly as possible. "Your human side disgusts me, Elisha. You are MY SON. You will act like a king," he spat as two of his men brought three humans into the room. The humans had their heads covered with burlap sacks but I could sense their fear.
My fathers men made the humans kneel, pulling the sacks from their head to reveal their desperate faces. Tears streamed down each of their faces. "Elisha. Kill them. Now."
I was then handed a long knife, gripping it in my hands as I stared at the people. They looked like a family. There was a man and a woman, both looking around their thirties and sat beside them was a young girl, no older than the age seven. I couldn't. I couldn't kill them.
"Now. Kill them," my father said as he watched. "No," I responded which made him laugh. "One day that darkness will eat you alive and you'll be just as much of a monster as me. One day you will be a vicious monster who won't hesitate to murder this family. You are weak. You disgust me. You are nothing. And for now you will face the consequences of your actions," he growled as he motioned for his men to take me away. "Get him out, I don't want to see his face. Torture him, make him fight for his life. Make him kill some of you for it," my father said as my face heated with rage. "FUCKING BASTARD!" I screamed as his men drug me away from my fathers throne room. As they pulled me out of the doors I ferociously looked over my shoulder, witnessing my father slitting the throats of the family before the doors closed behind us. He was the real monster.
The men drug me down to a cellar, trying to force me inside though I aggressively fought them. I might've been a human, but I wasn't that weak. I was the son of a king which meant that my strength was far greater than any other demons.
Finally they tossed me inside, quickly chaining my wrists to a giant stone. They waisted no time in chaining my neck and legs as well, knowing that I could escape if they didn't take greater precautions.
I growled at them as they laughed at me, a man coming in with various knives and intricate weapons, prepared to torture me until I was numb. Numb physically and mentally.
They pulled out a weapon, an archangel blade. It was skinny and impossibly pointy, resembling a massive needle. This weapon avoided my healing powers, leaving me unable to fix the wounds that it would leave on my skin. My healing powers would take hours before they started. Archangel weapons were the only thing that could actually harm demons.
I couldn't help but stare as the man with the weapon walked behind me. My eyes landed on another man who was pulling an archangel whip from the sleeve of weapons. Fuck you man. Fuck you.
