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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I woke up to the sound of Capri rushing through her living room, getting ready for work. Our night consisted of long conversations and a few shared kisses, but I wouldn't let it go further.
My demonic side was... well, very sexual. It was just something that all demons desired. I wanted so badly to go further, but my heart would shatter if I got closer to her and put her in even more danger. I had to do something about my father but I didn't even know where to start. I had no plan.
Capri came out of her room in a tan dress that fit her body perfectly and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from letting any noise escape my lips. Yesterday I had made up my mind that she was the angel that my mother told me about. No, she wasn't a real angel, but she was far more. All I needed was her.
"I have to go but will you walk me home again?" she asked as she walked to the door. "I don't think I'd ever let you walk home alone again," I said, staring at her pretty figure. My comment made her smile as she left her apartment. As soon as she left I drifted to sleep once again.
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A part of me was happy that I only had a few tours today. I was able to finish my work quickly which allowed me some time to myself. I had been curious about demons ever since I met Elisha. Seeing him up close was enough I needed to believe in them, but I wanted to know more. Maybe I could even find a way to help him?
I searched through files and old books that we had in the museum. Christianity had described demons as fallen angels, minions of Satan. Elisha had never talked about the existence of the devil but I remembered when he asked me if I believed in him, which led me to believe he really was real.
The Greeks refereed to demons as Daimons, creatures that could possess humans and cause madness. They were minor gods, dead souls. The word also relates to human-animal hybrids, which in this case was entirely true.
I read about his demons were aggressively territorial and how that they never married or mated for life. It explained that the demonic creatures were incapable of love, that they were ruthless and tortured humans. The file that I found went on to explain how evil they could truly be, sending shivers down my spine.
