Deal with the devil. (SCÖMÍCHE)

Prologue.

~ Hi, this is my second time writing a PTX fanfiction as my first one is on a different website and I wanted to see how this one will do on here. this story will have violence, use of blood and other themes so I hope you like this story I am also open to comments....anyway! lets get on with the story ~ 

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Two parents wait eagerly to see the newborn baby. As the crying infant is handed to the mother she gladly takes the small child, slowly rocking it back and forth in her arms. She gives a proud smile as she receives a kiss to the forehead from her husband who looks fondly at their new child.

"Congratulations it's a boy," the nurse said, smiling at the new parents.

The baby had soft, dark fair hair that was just a tuft on his small head along with thick eyelashes which was clearly inherited by the parents. While the parents continued to coo and idolise their newborn the mother spoke up "Mitchell" she breathed, looking up to her husband who smiled at the name,

"It's perfect" he replied gently caressing little Mitchell's head, he stirred in his mother's arms.

"He will be an angel: one of the Goddess's children" His mother said, gently rocking the bundle. Mitchell's eyes opened to reveal very dark coloured orbs almost bottomless pits in the eyes of such an innocent child, his mother gasped and his father was in shock.

"HOW?" he screamed as he did not want his child looking like an outcast. The mother looked over at her child caressing his head,

"I will love him anyway" she said calmly glancing back to her husband his face was still reddened from his outburst but calmed down when he saw his wife look lovingly at the small child.

Not convinced, but still willing to keep his wife happy, he said, "Ok, we both will," kissing her on the lips and then staring at the delicate child, wrapped in the pure crisp blanket.

As time went on Mitchell's parents treated him like a normal child despite his dark coloured eyes, the other children did not seem to take notice of this but the teachers and other parents took no liking to it. His mother simply ignored the mean comments she received and always replied with "he's special, I love him and so does the goddess".

Mitchell was six when he first experienced the taste of demon blood. It happened when two bigger kids picked on the smaller boy, they pushed him to breaking point, Mitch felt his blood boil, his eyes turning black from the corners over taking his natural colour standing up from the ground he gripped one of the boy's wrist and pushed it backward so far it snapped like a twig, while the other boy ran away in shock.

That day Mitch had no control of what he touched - he broke all of it. It scared him as he curled himself up in a corner, tears spilling down his red cheeks as his eyes slowly faded from being pits of nothing to reveal a warm brown eyes, the surge of power in his veins calming itself as he felt 'normal' again.