Living The Dream (Nightmares are dreams too)

Moving Forward

I exited the room, starting to feel sick. The runes on the walls, hidden behind tapestry, would have normally thrown any demon out of the room but I spent so much time around this area, getting closer and closer every day that I managed to grow immune against the throwing-out part. But it still made me wanna puke my guts out. I sent a short text to my boss, stating that I had all the information I needed and that he could send the team here.

Once I was back in my office, I played the recorded message and wrote everything important down. When I was done, I started writing a report. It was noon so once I was done writing, I sent it to my boss and headed for the cafeteria. I slipped my headphones on and started my music. The first song that played was KPop. I smiled. The group I was listening to was called BTS. I was a little fan. They were all so lovely! Every one was special and fit to the others. They seemed like a big happy family. I wished I had that...

My parents hid my existence from the other hell monsters and when the time came, they managed to sneak me into the overworld, earth. I didn't remember much, not what they looked like not what kind of hellish creatures they were. Well, I guess that part should be obvious; demons. Even iff that newbie suspected me to be a witch... But that couldn't be, I was a demon. My eyes weren't white and there are no creatures that were half-bloods. Hellish species just couldn't mix. Or could they? No. That would be absurd.

I arrived in the cafeteria. The bass in my headphones guiding my steps. "We are bulletproof!" I couldn't help but smile. There was a strange energy in their songs that made me wanna dance and jump around. I grabbed a plate, got me some pasta and settled down at my usual table in the corner. My phone made a sound, shortly interrupting the melody. I turned the screen on. "Hey cutie, how are you today?" Nate. I smiled even wider. "Better now that you're here", I replied. "What got you down?", he knew that something had been wrong with me. "Nothing much, just a client."
The rest of lunch Nate cheered me up, telling me more about the club, funny stories that happened there, strange people, horrible outfits. By the end of lunch I had to hold in my laughter. I felt so much better.

When I returned to my office, I read the reply to my report. A team of highly trained agents was sent to the brothel where the witch was living. I was relieved to hear that I didn't have to go myself. I leaned back and stretched. There was nothing left to do, so I stood up and headed for the gym. I wasn't too keen on fighting demons today so I entered the shooting range.