The Beginning Of An End

Chapter 1

As I was drifting away to sleep, a faint rustling disrupted the stillness of my room. In the realm of demons, rest was a brief respite from the eternal tumult, devoid of the sweet release of dreams. But the unwelcome intrusion shattered the fragile tranquility, jolting me back to wakefulness.

Eyes snapping open, I seized the wrist of the intruder beside my bed, my senses sharpening despite the lingering haze of drowsiness. Millennia of survival instincts kicked in, a testament to the constant vigilance demanded of creatures like us.

Before me stood a figure cloaked in mortal guise, yet exuding an unmistakable air of otherworldly power. His crimson locks fell in disheveled waves around his face, framing sharp features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold the weight of ages. His complexion was pale, almost ethereal,
contrasting with the fiery hue of his hair. Draped over his broad shoulders was a long coat of rich scarlet, its collar standing tall and proud, hinting at a regal bearing. The fabric was adorned with intricate swirls that danced across its surface, forming patterns reminiscent of ancient symbols - perhaps sigils or runes of power. The coat, unbuttoned and flowing, revealed a simple black shirt beneath, a stark contrast to the elaborate outer garment.

Beneath the hem of his coat, I caught a glimpse of wide black pants and sturdy boots, completing the ensemble of someone who exuded strength and authority.

The intruder attempted to break free from my grip, but he underestimated the strength of a demon's hold. His laughter rang out, a facade masking the tension crackling in the air.

"You're not leaving until you tell me what the fuck and who the fuck you are," I growled, my voice tinged with irritation at the unwelcome intrusion.

His smirk faltered for a moment, betraying a flicker of uncertainty beneath the veneer of confidence. "Surely, you recognize me," he taunted, his tone dripping with mockery.

"Don't play games with me," I warned, my patience wearing thin as I awaited an explanation for his presence.

With a self-assured grin, he revealed his identity. "Loki, the trickster god," he declared, as if unveiling a long-kept secret.

My mind reeled with disbelief. "You?!" I exclaimed, incredulous at the unexpected visitation from a deity renowned for his mischief.

"Yes, precisely. Not that different from your own boss here... Just a little bit cooler." He made a small pause while I was trying to gather my thoughts, "Now if you'll excuse me." He said and turned himself into a raven and attempted to escape through the window of my room. I quickly made a sign with my hands to put a seal on the window to prevent him from leaving.

"You're not going anywhere." I said a little calmer than before as I watched him fly straight into the glass and fall hard against the floor. I stood up and picked him up by the leg. "Good try. Now you're going somewhere special." I was about to get out of the room and bring the raven to the boss of this place so he can decide what to do with him when he started cawing really loudly. He started wiggling around and managed to get out of my grip once again and turned himself back into a human form.

"Okay, okay." He sighed and put his hands in front of him in a defensive stance. "But you have to listen to me carefully."