Pet to the Demon Master

Introduction

Today I turned eighteen, this means that today is also the day that I am given to a demon master that I am to serve for the rest of my life, the fate of all humans once they turn eighteen.

This has been the way for more than 20 years, more than my lifetime. I am referred to as 'born in captivity' my parents were enslaved under a demon master who decided that they should procreate. Once my mother had given birth, I was taken to a nursery to be brought up correctly to correspond with demon society. When I was twelve, the nursery was attacked by a group of human rebel soldiers, and I was smuggled out of the city, and taken to their base. I stayed there for about 6 months, which doesn't really sound like long, but they made sure that we were re –educated and knew the history of our planet and the truth about demon rule.

The base was wonderful, we were all very happy and life was good. But fate took a turn for the worst and just before I turned 13, demons took control of the base.

They separated us into two groups, everyone over the age of 15 was slaughtered.

Basically, after that they tried to assimilate me and the other children back into society, they tried to make us forget what the rebel group had taught us, what we now knew was the truth.

At first it was difficult, trying to forget and trying to act normal. Some people just didn't get it, they wanted to rebel, they thought that they could start an uprising. These sort of people disappeared from their beds at night. And I'm not hinting that they ran away. There was blood in their beds.

Anyway, this was five years ago, and I'm over it. As long as I get a good master, preferably one that likes me enough to leave me alone, I think my life will be tolerable. If not, and I get a cruel master, then I don't think I am going to have a very long existence.

I'm not a fighter, maybe I once was, but now I'm not.