Her Demon Eyes

Omorfiá

Chapter Two

*Flashback*

"Okay Arianna, you can do it. Let's try one more time," I hit the keys again, trying to get the scale right, I began to slow down but I kept going until I finished, I looked up at the old man who had taken care of me since I could remember.

"Yes! You got it!" He hugged me tight and I squeezed him back,

"Thank you daddy,"

"It's okay, chick."

He held me a little tighter, treasuring me like gold dust. According to him, he found me by the wall which separates demons and humans when all the guards were stopping a riot. I was alone is a basket crying from the cold.

"Can we try another one?" I asked Solomon, he smiled, his wrinkles increasing.

"I think we should try a little piece," he said. He placed his old, feeble arms on the piano and played something beautiful but incredibly simple. It was sad but I instantly fell in love with it.

*Flashback end*

I woke up with a start. The song kept playing mover in my mind. It was like a life anthem, my life anthem. I had moved onto a small surrounded by mountains on the east side and a river so clear and bye encircled the rest of the village, along side the railway. I got out from under my blanket and packed my things. In total, I had one blanket, Solomon gave it to me when I was seven, some food from the last village, a bottle of water and two knives. I kept one in my bag and one on my person. The one I kept with me was made of silver, the handle had 'Solomon of Havoc' engraved on it. When I was small, Solomon would tell me stories about how when he was twenty he fought in a battle between Demons and Humans, he was known as 'Solomon of Havoc'. I remember saying "Daddy, you were so brave," as I fell asleep. My heart twisted thinking about it. He died of old age when I was ten. I held his hand as he told me, "I love you, stay safe Arianna."

I had finished packing and had slipped some fresh clothes and a pair of shoes. My jeans and converse were both black, my top was long sleeved with a low neck and buttons and my jacket was a khaki green and fitted. I must admit, I had taken the clothes from a more modern town a couple of weeks ago. After erasing any traces that I was there, I hid my bag in the bushes and walked into the town, hiding my eyes with some sunglasses.

The sky was clear and blue, there were no clouds, just a bright yellow sun. The grass here was greener, this village was semi-modern having two storey shops and car parks. I spotted a café and stuck my hand in my pocket. I could afford a coffee break. The café had a large canopy outside with tables and chairs under it, the place was called "Bon Appetit" and looked very French, as if the name didn't give it away. I ordered a large caramel mocha and a slice off chocolate biscuit cake. I had only ever tried the cake once as a child but I was willing to give the coffee a whirl. I paid the lady behind the till and waited for my snacks to arrive. After being handed a plate with the cake and my drink, I retired to a secluded table under the canopy. This town was lovely, I could stay the day and treat myself to some new necessities, grab some money tonight and leave in the morning. I drank my coffee in silence, nibbling on the heavenly cake. This was something I could get used to.

Once finished, I took a quick look around the grocery store. There were all sorts of tarts, pastry's and cookies that I could have gobbled up, but of course I couldn't afford them and I also couldn't dwell, my hair was a give away. I ran down the personal hygiene isle grabbing a toothbrush, toothpaste and a face cloth. I sauntered up to the checkout, as to avoid looking suspicious and paid the lady behind the till.

I walked into the sunshine of the town. Everyone looked so happy. Children ran around with their families and friends, the elderly sat laughing at their grandchildren sliding down the slides. I saw girls my age buying clothes and makeup, I envied them. It wasn't fair that I had to hide and endure life more so than enjoy it. I never got to go bra shopping with my mom or buy makeup with my friends. I never got any of it and it wasn't fair. I saw boys winking at the girls and it hurt me, I always just presumed my mother was human and my father a demon. I imagined him winking at my mother. The thought made me sick

I shook off any thoughts of my parents and left the town.

DEMON LAND

"She's still alive, you know,"

"Oh, I know. I'm waiting for the right time to reveal myself," the demon who was sitting in the throne laughed. The lesser demon, the one who had spoken first flinched at the sound. The two men, no, the two demons were alone in the room. There was no floor, nor a ceiling. It was just black and the red marble throne suspended in mid-air. It was the torture room where prisoners were left, they usually went insane and killed themselves. They were usually illegitimates, one's who weren't lucky enough to be killed by the Dead Man. They were found by a Prince of Hell first.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Awful chapter, I know. I have plans for this story, I just don't know how to write them down. But there you are! Chapter 2!

~CM x