Those Who Show Mercy, Don't Receive Any

Chapter 1: The beginning

Craig Tucker (past)

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My name is Craig Tucker, and I am a youth pastor in a local church. Demons and angels exist in this world, but no one gets along. The higher-level angels and demons are called Seraphim, I'm a Seraphim, but I'm not the type some people may think. I don't have pretty white feathers that are soft to the touch or a bright pale yellow halo that floats around my head. I'm a high-level demon, a false god. I have four demonic red horns, six dry and unkempt wings from being hidden for so long, and a tail with a sharp edge at the end. It hurts to hide them, my wings and horns including my tail. It brings me shame. I always wished that I was an angel. And not a demon.

When I used to live in hell, I was born to be a weapon. When they realized at the age of 3 that I was too kind, they kinda abandoned me. They would neglect my needs and leave me to fend for myself. I don't know who my father is, not even my mother. They had said that she had died giving birth to me, which was quite rare. So the more I grew up, they began to treat me differently, they had realized that I was a false god otherwise known on earth as a demon, first in their clan, yet they all treated me like shit.

 They were either jealous, or greedy and every little chance they got, they would try to kill me. So I was assigned my army of men and soldiers at the age of 10, they all treated me like one of their own, like a family. I had then developed my skills by that time but I hated the fiery scent of blood and the hot weather that made me sick to the stomach and the moment I hit 16, without advising anyone, I had escaped hell and had all the skills I needed to live outside in the mortal realm including many abilities that I made myself and studied from ancient books. After I escaped, I then walked up to an orphanage and was taken in, only to be adopted by the Tucker family later on. A family full of angels. I felt left out most of the time since they thought I was a mere human they had adopted. 

I felt like shit. I hated lying, but it was only a matter of survival.

That was until an unfortunate day came when I had finished my daily church service in the church of a Seraphim Angel, the last of the Seraphim. I had returned home and decided to do something so fucking stupid. Just as I finished placing on my pants, I let my wings, horns, and tail go for a while since it had felt stiff. Once I did, I let out a painful groan. It hurt so badly, and Tricia, my younger sister walked in as I was letting my wings go while I groaned in pain. Scared shitless I covered my body with the blankets and pillows I had as I shouted at her,

"LEAVE NOW TRICIA YOU CAN'T SEE ME RIGHT NOW!" Instead of leaving she closed the door behind her and hugged me. She then took off the blankets and pillows that were mounted on my body. She just began to touch my horns, like a curious pup that found something new. She then touched my tail and began to stare at me with her big brown round eyes.

"Are you a demon?" Tricia asked me as she continued to touch my tail slowly moving up to my wings. I hated keeping secrets and lies so I told her the truth.

"Yes, yes I am a demon... but please don't tell our parents they would kill me.. Literally." I told her as Tricia just nodded her head and continued to pet my head as she slowly sang her normal gospel and then turned to look at me.

"Why did you come to earth and become a pastor?" Tricia, being nosy as ever, asked as she smiled.

"I came to earth because I was outed by most of the demons there for being too 'kind' and being too 'ruthless'. I just never got it. They all hated me though since I am a very high-level demon." I told Tricia, feeling a bit better that my secret wasn't kind of a secret anymore. She just smiled and said,

"Snitches get stitches." As she hopped away into her room. I had finished changing fully into my pajamas. I then hid my demonic features and went to sleep.

But that was the past, I now have a new problem to deal with.