I'm Not A Demon

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[A/N so.... I wanted to read a story based on Bodil. All I found were 'Bodil x reader's ............. so I'm writing my own :)  DAILY UPDATES ARE HERE! ]

     I can't help but laugh as I send another mortal skittering off the side of a fence block high up in the air. Multiple mirrors are around me as I tweak the stories. I turn to another mirror and slightly nudge a demon's foot off a block of rock. His surprised scream echos in my mirror and real life. I look up just in time to see him land at the base of the pillar that I stand on. It's ok, I can't kill him here. Other lesser demons also try and make their way up the parcore I had built just for this occasion. I send another one tumbling off with a breathless giggle. I may or may not have pissed off a couple of the low numbered demons this morning. It's funny watching them try to get me. Not all of us have wings.

My laughing stops when one of my mirrors change. It shows a high ranking demon yelling at one of the lesser demons when we're testing to get me. They growl before turning and coming closer to where my parcore starts. Theoretically, I'm stronger then them. But not so much in the whole 'tricking mortals' part. I've never made any deals because I can't be summoned without the blood of a brine. And the Dark Lord has abandoned his 'mistake'. I don't see any more demons being created, though. Two hundred years, and he's still waiting for his magic to replenish from clearing me. This is my punishment, to be trapped here.

But I choose to look on the brighter side. I drop two of my mirrors that are looking into the mortal realm, now focusing my magic on the last one following the high ranking demon. His wings and red eyes glare up at my small figure above him. He can't see me giggling, but I can watch him rage at me. It's unlike for a demon to have horns, a tail, wings, and red eyes like I do. Red eyes is something we all share, and them most demons have one of the other three. The demon currently flying up to me has the wings and horns along with the eyes.

     Looking through my mirror, I try to focus on his wings as he flies closer. I always seem to get distracted. It's harder to guide strong demons into misfortune like this. But I try anyways. I'm left with one mirror as I draw in my magic. The more I'm 'holding', the harder it is to direct. I've had lots of time to practice in this dimension. A gust of wind that makes him turn to the side, exposing the side of his head. A small rock that just happens to come loose from the ceiling and hit him. I laugh at his growl. How about something more painful. I pull more of my magic to the air around him. Three..... two.....one, wing cramp.

     The high ranking demon makes a pathetic squeaking sound as he starts to fall. His one wing is halfway out as he just so happens to have gotten a cramp. This is hilarious to watch. Just ranked a hundred below me, and falling into my traps. I'm laughing when I suddenly feel a weight slam into my mind. My magic is cut off and my mirror disappears. The falling demon recovers and turns back to me with a deep and guttural roar. Well, I'm screwed. This is why I'm not perfect. My magic simply ceases to exist when I need it the most.

I shuffle to my feet as the demon lands on the same platform as me. "Hey 527, how's your day going? Are you insufferable as usual?", I ask him with the most sarcastic voice I can. The accent kinda throws off all the emotion in my voice. The first thing he does is slap me across the face. It's ok, though. I'm used to being swatted around by the other demons. "Why the hell are you screwing around when the useful demons are trying to train!? You know that the Dark Lord is getting ready to Blah Blah......", he snarls at me, his voice quickly fading to background noise for me. I've head this same speech for the last few months. I can practically recite.

As 527 (that's his name) turns around for dramatic effect, still talking, I stand up and start to imitate his movements in a mocking way. The few demons that are watching have to fight not to laugh. We both lean over at the same time, flaring our wings. I throw in a dramatic hair flip as we straighten back up. One of the low ranking demons finally cracks and drops, laughing and rolling on the floor. He snarls at them before turning back to me. I immediately put my arms down and wear my signature smirk. "Why can't you ever do anything useful, 6?", He mocks me. Calling a demon a lower number is one of the worst insults down here. But I clench my first and take it. I still feel my magic's absence like a whole in my chest.

"This isn't even worth my time", the General mutters before turning away, dropping off of my platform and out of sight. He quickly shoves the other demons back to whatever they were doing. I'm not really sure. I don't have the training that they get. A lot of the lower demons learn to use weaponry since they probably need it. My number is 666, but there's only about four hundred other numbers at the most; the weakest ones have been picked off over the centuries since our Dark Lord was created.

I sigh before sitting down and letting my legs dangle off of the pillar. This is a really lonely place to be when you're me. I can only hope and prey that I will get to go with the army when the march on the over world, and then to the Aether. I don't want to be left here alone. I just need to prove that I'm strong enough. I can keep trying. I'm not broken, I'm one of the most powerful demons in existence. I can be useful.....

This chapter is dedicated to MelodyLovesFanFics, who appears 5 seconds after I publish something 💜