Demon prince

Chapter one

*Brutus pov*
"Two minutes." My dad said pulling me into a bone crushing hug. "Dad it's only gonna be like 80 years." I said, but hugging him just as hard. We both found this hard to do. Though it has to be done. "Eat all the bad foods you can and make is 60. Or better yet be a reckless driver." I chuckled as he let me go. My brothers aren't going to make it. We got warned that I was going early five minutes ago. They never do this so I know that this is the time. I'm gonna meet him... or her... Them? I really don't care I just wanna have them to hold and love. I will give them anything and everything. "Tell them I love them and if my mate gets here first, hurt them and it wont matter that they're my brothers I will fuck them up." He chuckled hugging me again. "I love you Brutus." I suddenly felt my soul being pulled. "Go fuck yourself." I said. I heard him laughing as my soul painfully entered my body on earth. I sat up gasping for breath my heart racing. It is always so strange having a semi living body. Strange but not unpleasant. I was sitting on a bed. The material was quiet nice to the touch. Probably silk. I glanced across my room deciding it was adequate. From what I have learned from the people that have been coming into hell recently this is a rather expensive looking one. I slid off my bed grateful that my body is as physically fit and toned as it is when I am in hell. I was full dressed already. I exited my room and entered a rather spacious room. I noticed documents on a centerpiece table and something that I could only guess was a computer. I trying to keep up to date on all the things going happening on earth. I started scanning the documents and opened the computed. The documents were all about me. There was a list of websites and passwords. In the end I discover that I was for the time being Brutus Smith. I am eighteen, I live alone, and I am filthy fucking rich. I have no jobs because filthy fucking rich. I am also well educated, home schooled of course but still very well educated. Navigating the computer took a while but I figured it out. I have social media. A weird concept but still not a bad one, could prove to be useful. I sighed closing the computer and grabbing the other strange device. It was a mini telephone. I turned it on fascinated with it's abilities. I placed it in my pocket a few minutes latter, before deciding to dress myself the way I wished and to begin my search. I used my phone to find a common style that didn't look to horrid. I found one that I liked and entered my closet. I put on jeans, a white button up, and black shoes that weren't really fancy but certainly not cheap. I grabbed my wallet and phone and exited my rather large home, and began walking along the streets of the rather small town. I plan to leave such a large home, it is to much for just me. It was very early in the morning. This is a rather small town so I don't expect to stay long if they aren't here. I'll probably pack a bag and go from place to place till I find them. Or die. Oh I hope I find them before I die. If they are even alive yet. Every time I come down here I suspect that they haven't even been born. This time they have to be. I can feel it. I walked along the streets talking in the actually happy aura. There were not many people but the people seemed rather pleasant. I suddenly heard a violin and singing. Something in the music tugged at my not beating heart. It gave off a sense of familiarity even though the song was foreign to me. The violin didn't even sound like it was well made. Just well played. I found myself walking in the direction of the beautiful sound. I found myself walking to the entrance of a park. There on the sidewalk was a person dancing an odd form of ballet and playing violin. There was a hat placed in front of them filled with a few coins and I assumed to be paper money. I was captivated by their movement and sound. They saw me and smiled not faltering for a second. I just stared unable to move or look away. They stared right back not stopping there movement. I sending felt something in my chest beating hard as my face grew hot. They finally finished and I was stunned to silence. They chuckled pulling at my heart strings. "I'm guessing yous new here. Been awhile since I get that reaction." I gulped feeling a bit turned on at their voice. The sweat made his creamy brown skin glisten. I finally smiled. "It has been an eternity since a reaction like that has been pulled from my soul." They chuckled again grabbing a case and placing their violin into it. "Yous one of those mother fucking posh poets. Gotta say, first time one of yous talk nice. Guess I's gotta show yous ass around. It's nices one by the way." His strange grammar was a turn on. I blushed realizing he just complimented me. "I also find you butt to be rather... fine." He smiled. "Yous bet. I's ass is damn fine." He stated posing. He grabbed the money from his hat putting it on. It appeared that the hat would usually be used to protect his face from the sun but he wore it the other way. It showed off his face and I hoped he always wore his hats like that. "Oo yous fucker like milkshakes?" Oh he is just adorable. I love his dirty mouth. "Never tried." He gave me a look of disbelief. He put his hand on my shoulder sending sparks threw my body. "Yous poor posh poet motherfucker." I chuckled. I have a feeling that that nickname is gonna stick. I smiled brightly. I have my first nickname. "You wonderful musical dancer." His brown skin suddenly had a slight redness on his cheeks. "So yous flirts back. Yous posh boys. Yous know how make dem men blush." So this is my mate. Dirty mouthed with bad a grammar. A musician, singer, and a dancer. He chuckled again and started walking. I quickly followed him. "Yous take a man on a date first. Take time to flirt yous dick up my ass. Yous lucky yous be first." I frowned wondering if he talks to others like he talks to me. I didn't like that idea. He elbowed me playfully. "Yous give up already? Don't want to chase my virgins ass." I elbowed him back, before placeing my arm around his shoulder. "You can't run if I hold you here." We didn't stop walking. It felt so right holding him so close. "Sure yous want me so close. Sure yous not afraid I's rob yous blind." I held him closer if possible. "Not in the least." He smiled, and pointed at a place across the street. "Yous like thems shakes. Cost a bit, but dem fuckers do dem right." There were no cars so we just crossed the street and entered the strange establishment.