One Sarcastic Survival

Escape from Hell-Literally

Iruma's point of view until said otherwise!

You ever have one of those days where everything just goes wrong?

No, no, not a regular "I spilled coffee on my shirt" wrong. I'm talking "Oh no, I accidentally killed a demon, and now his friends are hunting me down" wrong. Yeah, that kind of day.

Let me rewind a bit.

So, you're probably wondering how I—a simple human—ended up as a demon's pet. Trust me, I wonder that myself every day. Long story short, I've been stuck in this hellhole (literally) for a while now. See, some big-shot demon decided to make me his "pet." You'd think being a pet would be easy, right? 

Eat, sleep, be adorable.

Especially adorable!

Nope. 

Not in the demon world.

In the demon world, "pet" is just a fancy word for "punching bag." I've spent most of my time dodging fireballs, escaping traps, and listening to endless monologues about how "inferior" humans are. 

Fun times. 

Really, it's been a blast. 

I'm not even bitter.

But today? 

Oh boy, today is special.

I've been owned by this one demon—let's call him Big Ugly because he looks like a slug that hit the gym but skipped leg day. Big Ugly has been getting a bit too comfortable ordering me around. And today, he made a mistake. A big one.

Big Ugly: Human! Get me my sword!

Yeah, he calls me 'human' because who needs to learn your pet's name?

Me: Sure thing, Your Slugness.

Because sarcasm is my coping mechanism.

I've gotten pretty good at being sassy without getting killed. It's a skill, really. But today, as I handed him the sword, something snapped. Not mentally, though I'm close to that point. No, something physical. My foot slipped—let's blame the slime all over the floor—and the sword went flying.

Right into Big Ugly's chest.

Oops.

Big Ugly: GRAAAAAH!

Okay, okay, breathe, Iruma. 

This is fine.

 It's just a demon who can kill you with a pinky finger. 

No big deal.

I stood there, frozen, watching as he gurgled and collapsed onto the floor in a pool of his own blood. It was... unexpected.

I just... killed a demon.

Me: Wow. Uh... didn't see that coming.... is it that easy to kill a demon?

Now, you might think I'd panic, maybe scream or run for help. But I've been living in the demon world long enough to know one thing for sure: Demons don't forgive mistakes. Not even ones that involve accidental murder. So, naturally, I did the only reasonable thing.

I ran.

Now, I know what you're thinking. Why didn't you try to hide the body or something? Well, genius, let me explain.

Demons? They have this sixth sense when one of them dies. It's like a homing beacon for bloodthirsty revenge. By the time I figured out what happened, the other demons in the area were already on the move. I could feel it in the air—literal bloodlust.