The Rise and Fall of Clotho Lockheart

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Clotho's POV

For the nine years I've been on Earth, I've heard the saying "don't judge a book by its cover" over and over. Some people believe in this philosophy, mostly because of human morals. It's what society here on Earth tells you is the "right" or "just" thing to do.

However, if you are really searching for a reason to believe, look at me.

5'0". 102 lbs. 18 years old, at least that's how I appear. Clipped collarbone length hazel brown hair flowing into a soft white ombré. Sharply angled, yet full face. Grey, green, and gold eyes. Grey surrounding the outer edge of the iris, green filling the rest, and a thick band of gold framing the pupil. Icy stare. Black leather jacket, a red Guns and Roses shirt underneath paired with ripped black jeans and black leather combat boots. Not too skinny, yet not chubby.

I think it's safe to say I'm not exactly what most people think of when they hear the term "demon", much less "nebulous demon".

In this sense, I am a book. A story, so to speak, though mine has yet to be written. However, my current cover certainly does not match my story so far.

Hell's prodigy, immaculate shapeshifter, and when I'm in my true form, humanity's judge and destroyer.

Yeah, that's me.

I huffed at the thought as I trudged down the damp sidewalk, My Chemical Romance blaring in my ears. My black combat boots hit the ground heavily with each step, sending microscopic tremors through the ground alerting near by demons or other supernaturals of my presence. I was feared for a reason, and so most demons who valued their existence on Earth generally kept tabs on me and where I was. But more importantly, on my mission.

I am three things, as I described myself earlier.

1. Hell's prodigy.

Being born of two lower rank demons, I wasn't even expected to make it an eighth of the way up the abyss wall, much less open the Gate and scrape my way out. Not only that, but being trained to hone my skills and aura to the extent I have, you can bet Lucifer enjoys showing me off to the angels as proof of Hell's strength.

2. An immaculate shapeshifter.

Being able to change into any form, any specimen, any demon or supernatural is a very rare trait. To put it bluntly, only one other demon is known for that ability. Want to take a guess at who that one demon is? Because you most likely know nothing of demonology or demonic history, I'll let you off easy on this. Lucifer. He's the only other demonic in our history able to shift immaculately. He hasn't used his ability in thousands of years, but he was far more than pleased when we discovered I was able to also hone this skill.

And last but not least, 3. Humanity's judge and destroyer.

All of my missions originate from this ability. Being the only demon without a destiny, the angels found that I unbiasedly judge demons, humans, and supernaturals alike. Because of this, I have been offered the job of Judge and Destroyer over all three realms. I could have turned down the job, but it brings rest to my beast as well as releases my demonic natural inclination and blood lust.

That's where I'm off to now; my next mission. A small sliver of a grin wafted onto my face. As I said before, my demonic aura, and the raw brutality of it, made my blood lust extreme. It had been about a week since my last mission, and I was craving the sound of a damned souls' last breath.

Too deep in thought about the glorious ways to rip the demon's life from it's very hands, I suddenly came face first into a solid chest. "Nanto iu kotoda!" (Bloody hell in Japanese (rough translation)) I growled as I stood back and rubbed my now throbbing nose. I don't have time for this! I thought as I shoved the person aside. "Gomenne (sorry), I wasn't looking where I was going." I said swiftly, picking up the pace again so I wouldn't be late.

"Wait!" The person said as they snatched my arm. A deep rumble grew in my chest as I felt my eyes shift between their cover color and their natural black and red form. Yanking my hand from the person's grasp, I stepped into a defensive position, my demonic side craving for a fight to break out.

"Ittai nani ga (what the hell)?! I don't have time for-" I was cut short as I finally looked up at the offender. He had to be at least 6'5", and was utterly gorgeous. He was nice and lean, yet through his tight black v-neck you could see his muscles ripple with every move. He was tan, but not too tan, with perfect complexion. His jawline was strong and his cheekbones were chiseled. His petrifying blue eyes looked nearly silver as the dreary sunlight danced within them. His dirty-blonde hair was perfectly disheveled in a "I'm-a-super-hot-badass-whose-great-in-bed" kinda way, if that even makes sense.

Now, I've been around for a long time. I've seen angels, demons, humans; the whole spectrum. But might I say, no one even came close to this guy in the hotness department. And, much to my despair, I was transfixed as this flawless human being shamelessly eye raped me.

As the word "rape" popped in my head, my inner demon nearly came forward. "Chikushō (damn it all)." I muttered under my breath as I forced my body to stop reacting to this guys sexiness and turn around. Knowing I had to get out of there, i shoved my feet from the ground at demonic speed, launching me forward. "No! Hey! Stop!" The guy began yelling. With my acute hearing I heard his clunky footsteps rapidly follow me.

How the hell is he keeping up so easily? I thought frustratedly. No matter. My eyes scavenged the streets until I saw an alleyway just ahead to my left. Perfect. Launching forward once again, I tore into the alleyway. Quickly, I shifted into another human form, though this one would only be temporary until I was at the mission and away from that man.

My new form was the complete opposite of my original. Long blonde hair, skimpy outfit, blue eyes, the whole deal. Exiting the alleyway, the guy was nowhere to be seen. Excellent. I thought. Now, let's clean up this shit-hole of a realm just a little but more. A full blown smirk flooded my face as I continued on my way to my task.