The Demon to His Angel

|Demon tales|

One thing I don't like to talk about is being a demon. I mean your the one reading this writing I only talked about it what 3 times. But tonight was different. After Damiens crying session we went and got some water. He could see that the effects of my medication was slowly fading. "Blaize you need to take your meds" he said as he got them from the cabinet. I took my usual dose and the question I hate he asks. "How is it like being a demon?" "Well uh.. it's kinda like being an angel except we are a lot more.. aggressive. We tend to kinda forget the world and focus on the main thing causing us anger." "Oh thats not good.." Damien said taking a sip of his water. I jumped up to sit on the counter "yeah it isn't especially when your not the only one in your family. Makes ya wonder how many times I've punched holes in the wall huh?" I laughed and he chocked on his water a bit "sorry sorry had to make the joke it was to good to pass up" I say as he laughs "no no It's funny I get it." I smile "but yeah I mean demon life is not great but hey, live through hell to get through heaven am i right?" He looked confused "but your a.." "Damien it was a joke" "oh sorry" he laughed a bit before we headed up to his room. "Can you tell me a story about you going demon mode?" He asked and I smiled a bit "sure angie" I decided to call him that because angel shortened but he looked at me and I knew I did something wrong "Don't call me that again.." he said in a whisper type voice. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to I didn't kno-" "no its not my deadname its Sams" "oh god oh im so sorry" I said sincerely apologizing "Its okay but story!!!" He said suddenly brightening up. I laughed a bit as we both got into bed. "Binder blaize" "oh crap yeah" I said forgetting to take off my binder. We walked to the bathroom so I could take it off which is where I started to tell one of my various stories.