It's been a long time since it all began, I surprisingly can remember it all. It was over thousands of years ago.
It all started when I was about 16 years old. It was a normal day in the underworld. The cave roof was a deep maroon. The houses stood tall and ominous. The streets full of demons. The devils lived on the other side of the underworld so that they could not have to deal with the "wretched" demons.
Back then; life was always like that. The devils pure, better than Hades himself in their minds, and the demons were seen as outcasts and sometimes slaves.
I lived on the demon half with my sister, two brothers, and my mother. Our mother had always told us that our father had died when we were infants and wasn't very present in our lives at the time either.
I had just woken up and walked down from my room to the dining room. I yawned and saw my sister sitting at the table moving the slop in her small wooden bowl with a small wooden spoon. She had thick red curly locks that cascaded past her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep ruby red with flecks of gold in them. Her skin was pale, almost grey, as if she were dead. In our world she was just another typical demon, in your culture though, she would be called a vampire. Not your typical: can't walk in sunlight, sparkling things. She was awake during the night and feed on the blood of anything she found tasty.
I yawned again and said "Morning Herana. How was your evening?" Herana looked at me in a sheepish way that told me that it wasn't the greatest. "There wasn't any tasty food around", she began to pout and crossed her arms, "I even looked in the Devil's side." I walked closer to her and placed my grey hand on her pail grey-white shoulder. "Maybe next tomorrow night you'll find better demons and devils to feed on," I said in a hushed manner and gave her a comforting smile. She smiled back and looked outside the dining room window. "Well, I guess I'll have to talk to you later," she tilted her head to the window, "But thanks for trying to make me feel better."
Then, sitting next to Herana instead of me, was a black cat with amber eyes. It's body contorted and disfigured. She looked at the cat with remorse and pity and said "I feel sorry for you when that happens every day. You can't talk to anyone, it must make you ever so lonely."
