The Life of Daemon

Part 1

Life begins with a single cell and from that cell more spawn. Until one day consciousness forms and from that intelligence. Now our lives as humans was born from a intelligence, but not our own. It was born from...well for lack of a better set of words a superior series of beings. They have been called many things from Aliens to Gods to Devils. Now before our story begins i should tell you a little about our character. His name is Daemon he doesn't have a last name and he named himself. This story starts in the city of Corrine in which the only one of the specters he ever sees are known as the devil series but we will get into that later. its full of diverse people but they all have something in common, pain. There is not much happiness in this city but the strangest part is...no one ever leaves.

Now our main character Daemon, yes i believe that is this generations hero...or is he the villain? That is for you to judge. As our story starts out he is 18 the day of his birthday he wishes to spend it with the girl he has loved for the past 4 years. Lucy is the name of his dearly beloved. This is how our story starts. Now for the faint of heart or the weak of mind or even ones who do not wish to read about sadness i suggest finding something else to read for this story will be a roller coaster.

As i set the food out for us i couldn't help but feel anxious i was going to ask the love of my life Lucy to marry me. I love her I wont deny it. I find her wonderful, yeah we have had some rough times in the past but...we made it through she helped me find a name other then my childhood name. When nobody else could she helped me get my GED. who could ask for a better partner? Certainty not I. "Ding dong" the sound of the doorbell rang throughout my apartment startling me in shock. "well shes here early," I thought to myself. I opened the door and there she was. I smiled inviting her in as we sat down to eat I thought now or never.

WHAM! The front door busted in splinters shattering everywhere as men rushed in shoving us off the table to our knees surrounding us. "Lucy!!" I yelled trying to get to her fighting. I know this area has heavy organized crime but...I never thought this would happen to me of all people? The ring clattered out of my pocket onto the floor it was expensive and i know it. So did everyone else. I knew she had seen it. It seemed almost meaningless now as the men holding us down forced us to look up as a man slowly walked into the room. I recognized him immediately it was the man who raised me, showed me how cruel the world is, and abused me frequently. His name is Donnie. No I never found his last name he was very secretive even for being my so called uncle. I never agreed to such a thing but if I didn't call him uncle things always got worse and poor Lucy had no idea.
As this devil of a man pased the room and studied her. "So this is the woman my nephew wants to marry? You've got yourself quiet a catch here." in saying this he grabbed her jaw and said "I could make you very happy you don't have to stay with him you know." I watched in horror as she spat in his face. He growled slapping her his signet ring leaving a mark on her face. I screamed letting out a string of curse words I cant believe I allowed myself to let him touch her. Even the thought of it made me sick let alone this.
Her body shook,she looked as if she would fall to the floor but she didn't because of the overgrown brutes of so called men holding us. "That's fine im not here for you anyway" Donnie said walking in his overpriced suit to the air conditioner I recently had called to have repaired. It still didn't work but i didn't bother touching it i figured it had a loose wire. Donnie opened the cover to reveal cocaine packaged and ready to ship there were almost no parts left in the ac. No wonder the damn thing wouldn't work, but how did he get it in my house? He took it out into a duffel bag and went to walk out as he did he said the words that horrified me " do whatever you want with them im done here."

The men who were holding my girlfriend started grinning. I had to stop this so I started fighting. Swinging screaming kicking until finally they were to distracted by me. "we don't need this there is just too much noise" one said, he had a nasty over sized nose ring.
I sighed in relief but it was premature. They held my head in place and forced me to watch as they snapped her neck. A gunshot rang out in my ear i didn't know if i was shot or not. Alls i could see was her lifeless body. Then a searing pain rang across the back of my head and another i collapsed. When i awoke we were alone. I say we but now that im starting to have some sort of feeling. I realize its just me now. The tears started to come again i crawled towards her dragging my leg behind i think it may have been broken. Probably from the fight. I don't know how long i layed there crying cradling her head in my hands, but eventually i could cry no more. I was angry now searing angry i wanted revenge i wanted to bring justice on those who have caused others so much pain.

A searing pain shot across my back and down my leg constantly pushed of pain shot throughout my body causing so much pain i couldn't breathe. My body was on fire it was searing. The pain brought tears to my eyes. I could've sworn i felt blood. Finally after what seemed to be endless hours of this pain though i assume it was only minutes. Finally it slowed down then started again only much worse and in my back.

i collapsed my shirt ripped in tatters around me. I tried to figure out what had happened. There was something on my back now and i could feel it. I freaked slapping at it then i felt it. Feathers black crows feathers falling around me. "Are these...wings?" I said to myself, "and my leg? Its healed?" In that moment I felt something speak too me and I knew what I had to do. I walked to my closet and grabbed my great grandfathers blade from the box hidden in the closet floor. I attached the sheath too my back and drew the hand crafted katana. It was a beauty I had always admired it. It had a dragon tattooed crafted into the blade and pearls grafted into the hilt. Not just any pearls black pearls my grandfather had always said we came from demons before he died. Now im not sure if he was kidding. I clambered up the stairs onto the roof and started flapping my wings. I have no clue if i can do this, but i have too. I cant leave this unfinished.

So I jumped falling fast.