there's no such thing as nirvana, sweetheart

shy beginnings

The ten year old demon had just woken up. He was curled up at the bottom of a tube slide in the middle of an abandoned park. He swayed his tail and sat up with a stretch. He looked around at the park
Broken swing, fallen tree, decaying toddler tubes ... The usual
He thought. He fixed his light brown hair with his hands. He reached his hands up a little
Are those my actual horns or my hair...?
He thought to himself again. He pinched the tips and felt his hair strands thread as if it was a tattered blanket
He nodded to himself and got up. He looked in the distance and saw ...
Is that a person!
He squinted his eyes. He saw a bit of white
Shit!
He scampered back. He tried to climb the slide. He made it halfway into it before he spread his limbs to keep himself up.

The small seven year old angel blissfully held his mother's hand as he skipped. He looked up at his mom. He sensed something wrong. He tried to shrug it off.
His mother looked around, then at the rising sun. She checked the time and shook her head, then placed her small child on the swing. She kissed his forehead
"I'll be right back," she whispered as she teared up.
He nodded happily
"Ok, mommy,"
She put a few Band-Aids in his hand
"Remember the rule?" She asked, just stalling to hear her son's voice one last time
He nodded, his blue eyes seemed to sparkle as he recited it
"If it bleeds, cover it,"
She smiled and nodded, then kissed his forehead again

The demon narrowed his eyes.
What kind of fuckery is this?
He thought from hearing them talk.

"Be good for mommy, ok?" The mother asked quietly

The little boy nodded
"I will!" He chirped. He was completely oblivious of what was happening.

And with that, the mother left.

The small ginger angel started to swing a bit. He looked around as a small breeze flew by, making some of the loose leaves of the in tact trees fly away into the autumn atmosphere.

The demon let himself slide out of the slide. He glared at the small angel on the swings
Who does that little shit think he is? That's my swing, I was here first!
He mentally whined.

The ginger looked over. He smiled and waved
"Hi!" He beamed. He let the swing slow down and got off

The other child scoffed
"What do you want?" He growled

The smaller boy approached him. His halo started to glow
"I'm Matt!" He chirped

"And I don't give two shits," the demon growled

Matt gasped
"That's a bad word!" He cried

The demon rolled his eyes
"Your point is?"

"Don't say it!"

"Why not?"

"It's rude!"

"I don't care!"

The ginger crossed his arms and whined

The older boy crossed his arms
"Don't you dare start crying," he scolded

The smaller male's face started to flush, his eyes began to flood

The dirty blonde heavily sighed
"Alright! What do you want?" He growled again with frustration

"I wanna be your friend!"

"That's not happening,"

"Can I at least know your name?"

"... Tord,"

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