Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter 2: The demon's pov

My dad always told me to be proud of the way people see you. If they thought I was a freak, then smile and agree. My dad was so sweet despite being a higher class demon, I lived a very lavish life when I was younger but there was no love when it came to those material things. The one thing I had always held of comfort were my stories, the information they held and told captivated my mind. I had read stories of demons doing what they must to survive, whether it'd be fight of others to get to a meal and live to fight another day or rip towns apart because a human stole a sacred necklace. I found books about humans also, they always seemed so... foolish but their idiotic nature seemed to always work out for them. I wondered why as a child so my curiosity lead me to multiple scholars, they spoke of tales that amazed me,as time when on I learned of other creatures. A creature that never interested me were the angels, they seemed too pure. Like a white canvas... a blank canvas. I remember fables of angels who sit and watch destruction then judge in silent or of following this one jealousy and prude man named God. They always sounded boring and so cruel the way my books and scholars described them, but I always had this feeling that their tales of angels were nothing but tales. Just misconstrued information passed down. I stayed with my father till I was 204 years old (The human year times two and add another number in the ones place, so I was about 10 years old in human years!) , that's when he asked me to follow in his work. He was an... executioner of sorts. I never wanted to kill anyone, even someone who deserved it because it seemed so wrong. So I ran away from my world, my everything at the time. I had learned some of my powers by that age so I opened portals to different worlds, the one I chose was where my aunt, who was a witch, lived. I told her of what had gone down, she understood completely and took me under her care for the years coming up. The years lead now though, I lived a normal teenage demon life now but I'd changed so much over the few years, I studied at Parapsychological High for the past three years but it was just like any other school. I had a small group of friends from first year that I still hung out with so for the first day of school we just talked about the summer. The teacher orientation was today, fucking yay. That meant every nerd, tightass, steroid head, and emo dipshit had gotten here, finally the year would begin. I hated the they give you your homeroom too after those long speeches, make you stand outside for 10 minutes just push out 3 board covered in paper and names with numbers. Oh, I didn't mention pushing through the hoards of 'eager' students just to see if you if you have homeroom with your best friend, your crush, or that bitch that who poured milk in your copy of Moby Dick. Fuck I hated Heather, she knew I was reading that- what the? Something bumped me, as I turned to look at whatever it was I saw something yellow fall. It wasn't just something yellow, it was a little blond girl. Hell she just reeks of newcomer and... are those white wings? Gross she's an angel, I was already pissed at Heather and now this?! She mumbled an "Ow" then looked up at me like a fucking idiot, for babadook's sake she looks like a damn doll! "Who the fuck are you?" I tried to say in a less vinous tone, she just flinched her wings back and stuttered, "M-my name J-Julie! I-I'm-I'm new he-here!" 'NO FUCKING SHIT!' All I could do was stare at her, I'm not wasting my time on some baby... but she is kinda cute. "Fine, just watch where you're going... fucking noob!" I grabbed my friends Venus and Maya as I motioned for them to follow and walk to our homerooms. As I walking, I had that little girl stuck in my head but why?

(Hi guys!! Back with chapter 2 which GGlove0 wrote this chapter! She's an amazing writer! I hope you all like it!)