Guardian Demon ✔ | Lams

Prolouge

Yo I'm an atheist, and if I get something wrong, I don't care this is fiction😂

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Alexander's Perspective~

I loved my career. I loved the sound of tortured souls begging for mercy and the sound of cackling from my fellow demons as we tear them apart. It was a good gig, with every kill I get stronger, with every soul devoured I get smarter. The thing is I have to keep everything in line, the devil, my master, appointed me head Demon, the one who makes sure everything is going fine, it's hard at times, but I don't mind.

Once a week I go to the Red Wall, basicly a place where demons are assigned a human who's about to die and deserves to go to hell, and pick a name. Now, I don't believe in faith, but when I saw the name, "John Laurens." On the paper, I felt a tingly feeling inside me. What did this man do to deserve hell? I didn't know at first, but I was about to find out.

I stretched out my wings, which were bat like and scary to the human eye, to us they ment power. The darker then wings the better, and I don't like to brag, but I have the purest of black with the hint of red. I'm honestly quite proud of them.

A beautiful demon with flowing brown hair and fire red lips approached me. I rolled my eyes in playful annoyance.

"Bitch don't roll your eyes at me." Maria sasses, "Who'd you get anyways?" She tried reaching for the paper. She was tiny so I held the paper above her head, "Ah,ah,ah, first show me yours, dwarf." I smirked.

Maria rolled her eyes, "You fuck ass cunt." She shoved the paper at me. "Bitch." I mumbled as I read the name, 'James Reynolds.'

I know what your thinking, we're enemies and we hate each other by the way we act, no, not really, this is how we all act towards each other. With 'playful' cussing.

"So, who's your fuck-up tonight?" Maria asked as she stretched out her bat wings, just as red as her lips, but with a darker tint.

"Some douche named John Laurens, don't sorry doll he doesn't catch my attention like you do."

I raised my wings and got closer with a seductive look on my face. We weren't dating, we flirted constantly though, it was a way to show we had a strong friendship even after being terrible to each other. No romantic feelings involved. Plus, Maria had a thing for a minor Demon with yellow wings.

"Ha ha, Have fun, asshole." Maria called out as she flew in a circle 6 times at 66mph. That bitch I swear, I thought as I did the same process, entering the human world.

I cringed at the scenery before me, humans. Ugh. Disgusting. The human world smelt of depression, regret, and war. Gotta go fast if I ever want to leave.

Another rule: a demon is to come back after a week if the person they came to kill doesn't die they must be killed in that time period. If they fail to do so, the demon is trapped in the human world, where they will die on the sunrise of the seventh day.

Yeah, Satan is very territorial about his demon's.

I flew passed what was now South Carolina, I passed all the building with heartless thoughts, I gave the people near me depression, they couldn't see me, but they did as hell feel me.

Then after an hour of searching, my instincts led me to a big white house with a picket fence. My red eyes widen as I felt the feeling of a suicide. My favorite kind, that led you a one way ticket to hell.

I laughed outloud into the almost dark night as I flew into the house.

Everyone was asleep except for the teen named John. John was in the bathroom crying. I smirked as I walked through the walls, the bathroom was really big, surprisingly there was no sign of self harm, just tears. I looked at the man- no- teen and couldn't help but stare.

I had met Angels before, they had interfered with my Job now and then and tried to "Release" and "Teach" me their ways. I refused every time, but they kept coming back. The point is, he had seen them, radiantly beautiful, flawless, and stale. Sure they were very pretty, but like us demons they were immortal, they did not have the spark of life in them and neither did the demons. We were all just stale being with jobs to do.

This man was more beautiful than any angel I've ever seen. Curly brown hair falling on his saddend face and green eyes rimmed with red and tears. His face was soft and handsome with freckles all over it and a little bit of acne, his body, though not skinny, was a chubby sort of cute on his chubby body.

Yes, he had what others called flaws, but I thought they made him look more beautiful. He looked so, interesting, he looked so unique. I've never met a human like him before. I could sesense he was a good sense of right and wrong and had a good future ahead of him.

Wait a minute. He's about to commit suicide.
He was 16, too young to die.

I watched as he picked up the bottle of medicine and I began to panic. No, his life can't end like this. John deserve a long life. I may be a soul sucking demon, but I know a good person when I feel one.

With all my strength I force happy memories into John's head, it was hard, I specialized in making people feel like shit, but this would be worth it.

I forced happy thoughts into him and I started to feel calm when he put the bottle down. He dried his tears with a towel and got up.

"Ha, I can't believe I was actually going to do that." He chuckled, but it sounded fake. I guided his movements a bit to clean up the towels and to think about how better life will be after graduates highschool.

John Laurens silently walked to his bed and fell asleep. As an extra touch I made sure he had good dreams, no harm will come to him. I watched his sleeping form before turning away.

I fucked up.

I saved him. I fucking saved a human, the devil with have my ass for this.  The other demons will humiliate me and I will live in shame for eternity.

I looked back at John and saw that he was smiling in his sleep.

Maybe.

Maybe this was worth it.

I swear to Lucifer, John, I'll make sure you live to adulthood. I'll make sure you have a long and happy life.