Random Stories and Stuff From Over the Years

Demons and Pet Devils

   Well, I’m not entirely sure how it happened, but I have a pet Devil.

   Yes you heard me, Devil. Most people get a dog for their birthday or even a hamster if they’re lucky but no. On my fifteenth birthday I got a Devil. That was when most of the trouble started.

   My father rarely comes home, but he promised to be there for my birthday like a good father. So as the day came around I heard the door open and heavy thudding footsteps. I knew that was my father with his heavy outdated work boots. They were chewed up and altogether skanky, but he still wore them anyways.

   He muttered something to someone and then a chorus of three knocks in quick succession thudded against my door. I threw the door open and smiled as the sight of my dad greeted my hazel eyes.

   My father was a man of tall stature, dark obsidian hair, and a mustache. I begged him time and time again to shave but he never did.

   His dark eyes were sparkling happily as he took in my looks. He opened his muscled arms and waited for a hug.

   I leapt into his embrace and laughed as his scraggly beard rubbed against my face. “Hello there Nyssa! How’s my little girl doing?”He asked, his base voice sounding like drums. I laughed at him, “I’m good daddy, very good.”I said as he put me down.

   He suddenly looked a tiny bit nervous as crashing sounded in the house. “What was that?”I asked. My father stopped and had me step back, “I want you to stay here for a second, Nyssa. I have your present but I need to go and get it really quick.”He said. I nodded to him and waited as he quickly walked out of the door of my room.

   I sat there for a few minutes and then I heard two sets of steps. “Alright Nyssa, here’s your present.” My dad said as he came in with none other than a devil.

   His hair was as black as ink and messy. His eyes were the shade of shadows and had dark circles around them and a slightly blank look. The devil stood somewhat slouched, but that may have been to account for his huge black bat wings on his back. The shade of his skin nearly matched the shade of his pure white shirt.

   Over all the guy didn’t look that dangerous, but looks were deceiving. I knew better than to let my guard down around him. “He’s… a devil…”I murmured. The guy watched me intently and I felt a tiny bit creeped out.

   “His name is Zhang. He’s yours now since I have no need for him. He’s completely domestic and usually very quiet so he should be perfect here."

   Zhang walked over to me and stood slightly to my side. I shivered a bit but tried not to let my unease show. “He’s great dad, thank you.”I said. My dad nodded and suddenly he got a text on his phone.

   “Hey Nyss, I have to go. I’ll be back later though, I need to go and take care of something.”He said. I nodded and then my dad quickly left. I turned to Zhang and looked at him. “So Zhang, what do you like to do?”I asked. Zhang shrugged and just watched me.

   Dang, he never seemed to blink. I sighed and then took his hand in mine to lead him away.

   As soon as I touched him, images of this huge freaky demon fighting tons of men in the midst of flames entered my mind. I threw his hand away from me and looked at him scared. Never before had I ever seen something like that, he must be a sensory devil.

   Zhang still stood there watching me.

   I took a breath in and then slid the sleeve of my shirt down over my hand. I took Zhang’s hand in mine, this time no visions, and then I led him to our living room.