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Chapter 1: Fate

I got up from the bed, which wasn't mine. I forget the name of the girl who owned it, but she was pretty, which stuck. The sun hadn't come up yet, which was my normal wake up time. She was still asleep, she actually looked kinda cold. I'm not kind or merciful, remember that. She moaned and tried to get a blanket. I snarled and tossed them off her bed. I don't like people. At all.

That was pretty much my life. Flirting at bars, finding a place to stay, and running before the sun came up. The night I was in the UK, London. I was bored and decided to go check out the fireworks. Three Days Grace concert and all that. I stretched and pulled my clothes on. Checking my little pocket watch, I saw that it was probably time to run. Then she woke up. "Del, come back to bed~" How she was so loose with her emotion made my mad. "shut up. I'm leaving. Get on with you're life." I dissolved into lightning, a short range teleportation trick. And materialized outside the apartment block. "So, what to do today?" I whistled to my self. Then she ran down the stairs, half dressed. "Don't leave!" When she touched me I felt anger flare.

"Get off me!!!" I threw her back and watched as she tried to catch herself. "B-but-"She whimpered. Why does this always happen? I use someone for a place to crash and they turn into a whimpering mess. "I. Don't. Care." The city was starting to wake up, and being caught out in the open was not my strong suit. Especially with a half dressed idiot behind me. "D-Del?" Snarling. "Shut. Up. I'm leaving, get over it." She had been my house for three weeks, and my hope was to leave without drama. "But I love you!" She didn't love me. She was in love with my power, like any mortal. "Boo hoo." "Don't say that!" I snapped. Tears fell as she doubled over in pain. Looking down, she saw the knife that was impaled in her leg. "W-why?" Tears fell down my face. "Im sorry." I teleported and sat on the river bank. "Oh you idiot!! Now she's gonna call the cops, and you won't be able to come back for years."

The water in front of me started to boil. "You are bad at laying low." I looked up and saw the ass that had been following me around for years. "Dan. Great, two problems." A low growl emerged from my throat. "Stop acting like a dog." "Stop acting like a ass." Daniel, was a message from hell. He was meant to mentor me in my demonic power. He was the little devil on my shoulder, and the equivalent of my best 'bro'. It was a hate\keep around for no reason relationship. Then the one I liked popped up. "Oh Del! What did you do!?" Natasha, the female of our little gang, was from heaven, or at least a version of it. They were both pure, unlike me. Natasha was basically the little angel. We were all the same age, a few thousand years. "Some girl got to clingy." She saw the new cuts on my arms. "Oh Val. You need to stop hurting yourself." "I need to stop hurting others."

Dan was being extra ass holey that day. "You enjoyed it. Stop holding back." One thing that made me different to them, I cared. Humans can go around killing each other, but I don't like hurting others. Innocents at least. "Shut up." I was more powerful than any angel or demon, except for the Archons, they were basically gods. "Okay, jeez. Get over yourself." I sprang up and held him by the throat. Usually he can dissolve when touched, but I was stronger than him. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't turn you to ash." He smirked. "Because of the repercussions." If I killed him, the demonic officials would be alerted, and I would be killed. "You're lucky. The minute I get the chance, you're dead." Natasha came and pulled me off him.

I sat by the river again and looked at my reflection. My eyes were a greyish blue and my hair was blonde with a few black streaks. I was oddly tan, and lean. Dan came over and mussed with his brown hair. "I look good today~" He was in his usual punk rock out fit. "Grow up Dan." He winked, and I saw him smirk as his fantasy ran through his bright blue eyes. Natasha blushed and her pale complexion went red for a moment. "Back off Dan." I snarled. I had a bit of a crush on Tasha, what I called her. "What you gonna do about it, mutt?"

I calmed down and looked at my clothes, my way of staying calm. I was in normal jeans with a button up shirt and a denim vest with tons of pins in. "Dan, leave Del alone. He's having a bad day." She straightened her white shirt. She dressed plainly, which suited her. Normal skinny jeans and a white shirt. Her hair was the colour of snow and her eyes were a bright grey, like steel. She was sweet, but deadly when needed. "I'm fine." I muttered through a fresh batch of tears. Tasha came and hugged me. "Why do you care so much about mortals? They die, easily." I shook, trying to keep calm. "I just hope I didn't hurt her too bad." "You hurt her pretty bad." I looked up and saw the third person in my life. His nickname being, Fate.

This is gonna be a serious book. go easy on me. It's my first time doing this.