THE NO-HOPER.

6.

A Baphomet Alpha^^

"Jordan's been here", he said whistle checking to see if he had left anything behind.
He had obviously heard me say his name but he just had to ask that question.

"No shit Sherlock".
That immediately stopped him in his tracks and leave my room to prepare breakfast.

"He was looking for the devil's eye", I said taking a seat at the breakfast bar. "What is it?"

He stopped breathing for a second before he let out a deep breath.

"You'll first have to know about the rest of the demon ranks I didn't mention", he said.

He said that the third rank was the Devils. They are angels fallen because of sinning.
Since angels are not supposed to sin,  curiosity over their guarded's actions gets to them.
A guarded is a human protected by an angel.

So whenthe angels imitate their actions there by sinning, they are stripped of their power but are left with teleportation and devil morphing as their only source of protection against the world.

Devils have matt skin and cannot be summoned using the sigil so that they are left to wonder the world aimlessly until the Archangel and the Demon King deem his punishment enough.

Last rank was the Royals, which consisted of the king and his family. They make laws that govern the demon societies.

He had only reached there in his explanation when he loaded the dishwasher and went straight to his room.

I sat there wondering why he had not told me the whole thing. I became so curious, I felt like the cat that died of it.

I set my tracks towards his bedroom when the smell of blood hit me. It had been his.

I rushed and entered his room, like he did mine when I was in need.

There, I saw Uncle in nothing but his boxers. He had morphed his hand to a demon claw and was making multiple incisions on his thighs.

I panicked for the first time in my life. I had never seen my happy-go-lucky Uncle depressed before.

I rushed towards his side and the moment I came in contact with his bloody thigh, I saw something that marred his knight-in-shiny-armour image.

Uncle was an angel with white huge wings. He walked up to a fancy looking demon who had the same indigo skin as mine but also had a gold crown atop his head that never fell off as he fought uncle. He looked like the male version of me.

Dad...

Uncle looked fierce in battle and when it almost seemed as if he was going to lose, he drove a golden halo through the demon's chest and removed a shiny ruby. The demon's eyes dilated as he fell to the ground, dead.

A woman with two infants yelled words, that I could not interpret, at uncle. It sounded like a foreign language.

Uncle flinched before he did the same thing as he had done before, to the woman.

The flashback ended and I just stood there, shock evident on my face.

"Rym, it's not what it looks like, I did not mean to kill them", he said with shaky voice.

I almost believed him but I remembered.
Any angel could also be a demon in disguise...

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Well this is awkward. Her uncle was actually an angel. Oh well, every good thing has an expiration date.

Oh I almost forgot to gloat...CLIFFHANGER 😈😈

-zuleikha353