I fixed my eyes on the ceiling. I still remember that day. That day when the angels took everything from us. Our freedom, our homes, our lives.
I shivered feeling the coldness creep up my spine. I didnt want to sit up and to see the horror.
Why was I alive? I felt my breathe hitched. My whole body felt like a sack of potatoes.
"Jacob" I whispered. Suddenly I felt myself being flunged against the wall.
"DONT YOU SPEAK YOU DISGRACE PIECE OF THING!" oh yeah. I smirked and began to laugh not bothering to wipe the blood from my mouth. Thats what ive been called for my whole life.
Disgraceful, Thing, Evil, satan worshipper, Satan server, life stealer. But thats not the worst of all. The worst I've been called is KILLER. I felt the person whip me. I didnt bother to cover my body.
WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING DEMON?!" the angel screamed. Aparently he's trying to scare me. My body twisted to look at him dead in the eye. He gulped and stepped away tightening his grip on the whip.
"take a good look at my eyes. The eyes of hell.The eyes that will destroy your kind. The kind that will rip your body to shreds" The eyes of evil. The eyes of a killer" I spat getting up on my feet. The angel backed away holding up the whip.
"STAY AWAY SATAN!!!!"he screamed. I felt my neck snap at the word.
"satan?" I scoffed.
"Im no Satan but I am a killer. Arent I?" He raised the whip. A smile stretched my lips.
"Satan may be my father but i hate him. Are you sure you are the Son of the holy man himself. Are you really good?" I looked at him straight in the eye. He cowered back in fear.
"be prepared to fight my love" a voice whispered behind me. I flew back.
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I quickly opened my eyes.
"what the hell" I said. The words flew out of my mouth as I tried to understand what i just dreamnt of.
I sat up on the bed looking down at my polka dot socks. I stretched lightly cracking th bones in my fingers and back.
A little hint. WE cant die and We recover quickly.
Yes, i am a demon, yes im living in the human world and no we are not bad people. Well.... there are bad demons. But as for me, I'm the mischevious kind. this kind is both good and bad,
I opened the screw for my bath. I run errans for several humans who need help of 'buisness' Yes meaning some Humans want to kill Angels because they are nosy. Im not saying Angels are like all saint holy virtue and all that.. there's just some that cross the line and think they're all that.
I relaxed my body against the wall feeling the water trickle down my back. I opened my eyes again looking outside my bathroom window.
Several people still believe Demons are bad. Yet humans are as bad as us. You get to see more bad people in hell actually.
I wrapped the towle around my body looking myself in the mirror. WE arent vampires. We do have fangs but we dont feed off of blood. We feed off of dreams. Nightmares,daydreams, wet dreams. you name it.
I perfer on little kids dreams. Since its so innocent and exciting. By the way Vampires are our distant late cousins.
I dragged myself downstairs into the basement. I quickly changed into some sweats and a tank top. I snapped my neck ready for action as i brought my fists up.
"ready" I whispered. Sneakingly a punching bag was dropped down as i began to punch it with my fist.
Im sorry but Demons got to remain fit too. I quickly grabbed a gun and shot at the wall the same day i shot last time.
I heard a knock on the door. I ran upstairs and opened the door.
There stood three men with skeletons mask.
"What the hell.."
Suddenly everything went black.
