A Demon's Love Story

Chapter 1

The names Valora Shadows. I named myself after living a couple of my first years without one. Valora stands for brave and courageous while Shadows stood for how I lived the beginning of my life. My father was my only parent and he wished with everything he had that I wasn't his. My own mother left right after I was born, I hope she died it would make me feel better. Even today I still don't know what she looks like, I just know she wasn't a demon. I don't blame her for leaving my father, he is the worst thing anyone could ever meet. Yes, he is no person but a thing, he is a demon from Hell. The king to be precise. Literally, my father is the king of demons because Satan was too busy to look after us. He was king of demons and other supernatural beings to watch over them to make sure they did not break Hell Law. So my father was anointed king and my mother was just some girl he probably seduced, or maybe even raped. Also, in my father's reign, he created the Assassins. The police, I guess, of Hell.

Growing up, all I did was train and practice to become one. To kill those who deserved to die, that's what my father told me. When I turned of age, which is 13 for demons, I became the youngest assasin for Hell. Working for Hell is not a common job. Only the best of the best could join. In training we had tough living condition's, harsh training, and brutal punishments. Not just any person (yes we recruit humans), creature, or demon could go through the training; many died in the attempt to be an Assassin. But to me, it was all worth it to try and prove myself.

My life was hard after training, on the missions we were sent out to do not all of us came back. We're almost like what Americans call Navy Seals. Some of the missions contained creature's that are only seen in one's darkest nightmare. I haven't slept well since I was born.

But demons are easily the scariest things on earth (not the underworld just above ground) because we have a glamour about us that makes the seer see the thing of what he/she fears the most. Without that glamour we look human until we lose control of our temper and we show our true form (we're also shape shifters, that's the only cool part). A demon's true form usually varies, it all depends on how important you are. The more important, the uglier and scarier. Most demon's true form only look like a cross between a snake, or any other reptilian, and a person. But for a creature like my dad you'd look like a hellhound/dragon/bat. Which is very hard to explain but just be thankful you'll never see it. But me, I've never actually lost control of my temper enough to actually shift. Now everyone think's my mother was human. But I know she wasn't because I can do things I have never seen anyone else do. Not even a demon.