Chapter one

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My name is Brandon Waters and I was born 15 years ago on July 15, 2003. I'm gay and its not hard to tell. Im also an atheist. I am a high school student in 10th grade at Arlington high. My parents died last year on January 12th, 2018. They were murdered by a robber. Fortunately I was hidden under the bed. Unfortunately they were the only family I had left. Now I'm on my own with a job at a coffee shop down the street from the house that I manage all on my own.

It gets pretty lonely and its kinda depressing but I'm used to it. Not long after my parents death I have seen ghosts and demons. I was gifted a weapon called the Highlight of Death. The weapon changes to whatever weapon I want or desire. Many demons have died by my hand. So far I am the only one I know with this ability.

At the cafe theres some really cute guy from my school that comes in every day. He hasn't told me his name but he's always talking to me. He recently moved to our school. Sometimes he just sits there and stares at me. I haven't seen him today though.

"Hey, I never got your name, I don't think you know mine either." I jump surprised, I look to the side and there he is. Aside from that, he just asked for my name!

"Im Brandon, Brandon Waters," I sounded so formal, I think as my face goes bright red. " Oh my god I sounded so formal. Im sorry!" I say flustered.

"Haha, its ok. Im Damon, Damon Jones. Looks like we both are pretty formal." He laughs but he looks so good in his punk like outfit. The eyeliner brings out his eyes really well. They are like deep black pools of ink. Unlike me he's pretty attractive. I just look like a normal teen. A T-shirt, skinny jeans, a flannel around my waist, eyeliner, and a beanie. The only thing I got going for me is my Burgundy hair and my grey eyes.

" Can I ask you a question?" Damon says nervously looking toward the ground, while fidgeting with his shirt. I look up paying attention.

"Sure, what is it?" I ask curiously. I wonder what he's going to ask. My curiosity gets the best of me sometimes.

"Do you also have the vision?" He asks in a serious tone but curious. Just who is he? How did he find out? Did he see me slay demons? Does he have the vision too? Im not sure how but he definitely knows.

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