Shattered Lives (The Reign of Demons: book one)

01: Oh please, I'm not going to prison

*chapter contains violence that may not be suitable for some readers*

(note: this chapter is really fucking long)

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CHAPTER ONE

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OH PLEASE, I'M NOT GOING TO PRISON

"So, do you know why you've been arrested?"

"Murder."

He chuckled, in a way that said he was deeply amused by my short answer. "Yes, you definitely caused quite the scene on the street with that group of innocents."

Innocents!? They started it! I wasn't given the opportunity to protest against his stupid claim before he continued on, "It has come to my attention that you are one of the few homeless we have in Verikom. Nearly twenty, it seems." He raised his brow for confirmation but I refused to acknowledge his question. "Two years out of the foster system and you still haven't been able to get on your feet?"

"Kinda hard to do that when you're the weakest demon in Verikom." I shot back, my hands tightening into fists.

"I beg to differ, Zero. Despite your unfortunate heritage you appear to have more power than you think..." He said, trailing off while giving me a thoughtful look. "Alas, you'll not have the chance to learn more about it."

I frowned, what does he mean by that? "Are you going to execute me?" I asked. My eyes never once left his sharp gaze, in spite of the threatening power that rolled off him in waves. I despised the fear I felt in his presence, and wished the officials were the ones to interrogate me instead of him. Anxiety twisted in my stomach. This whole ordeal was making me feel like throwing up.

He smiled knowingly. "Of course not. Why would I get rid of such a valuable asset? You see Zero, you may not remember exactly what you did to kill those demons but I have it all in the security footage. Plus, many eyewitnesses. From what I saw — and heard — killing you would be stupid. Such a waste."

Well shit. I'm completely fucked now, aren't I?

"In conclusion to our little chat, you will be going to a high security prison for the time being. Until I need you, that is." He stood from his chair, fixing the collar of his suit. I strained against the steel cuffs binding me to my own chair, growling in annoyance when nothing happened.

What did he mean by asset? What could I possibly have that he thinks is powerful? A voice in my head? An uncontrollable demon that isn't the same as the others? My oh so amazing ability to live despite having nothing to live for?

Yeah right.

A smile tilted his lips as he watched my feeble attempt to free myself. He then placed a hand on my shoulder, "Thanks for the chat, Mister Taymor. I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other very soon."

"Oh please, I'm not going to prison." I snapped, shaking his hand off. With a devilish smile he headed for the door, not providing me with a response to my statement. "I'll get out of this. You'll see!" I yelled after him.

"Oh, I look forward to seeing you try." And with that he simply left, shutting the door behind him and leaving me chained up. Moving from the streets into prison. Oh joy.

Fuck my life.

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A few hours earlier...