Scelavera (Chronicles)

Joker

(Images in any of the following chapters are simply taken from the internet to give a general understanding of situations.)

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Those words still loop around in my head. But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. I had been so blind to this day with my ideals and status that I had let such a thing slip past me so easily. Why?

On the highest peak I sat. Feet off the edge, canister of hardcore rum in the right hand, cigarette in the left; I looked out at the big city. Letting out a sigh, before I hit record.

Everything I had created stretched out before me, all thanks to that one stupid rose. Guess I drew the long straw to get one of the better Beings of the seven; Innocence, Obsession... Pah. Those idiots are practically the rats in this everlasting game of cat and mouse. Now that bitch is gone, everyone doesn't know who to fight anymore. So they turn on each other, causing problems for no reason. And who do they turn on when shit starts to hit the fan? Me. All because I tried to do something fucking good for the world. Maybe not for them, but for my people. Sure, I may be a Demon. But at least I'm trying to help everyone instead of doing what SHE did and killing and abusing people for their own personal amusement.

It's why I created all of this. It's why I created Brendon.

The world has always hated us. Because we came out that box. We're the "evil" that contaminates this world. Everyone throws their blame on us. Demons, Gremlins, Witches, Reapers, Vampires, Ghosts you name it. They all hate us. And they all especially hate me.

Diask Naxina. The Joker Card.

Been my nickname ever since I was brought into this world. My mother being Niler Naxina; The Dealer who was one of the many demons trapped in that box. I killled her when I was 18, maybe it's a demon thing. I don't know, but I did. I killed my own mother. I don't remember what she looked like, nor do I care. But even with that point I suppose, she was the reason I wanted to do this. To build a place where our kind doesn't bother people. Where we can live how we want and not be threatened or insulted by those who just don't understand.

And now, my dream is complete. A place where demons and other evils can live like normal people, no longer under the rule of just one person. But we get our own say. No matter what others dare to do. So, I'd call this a win.

I have a daugher at the time. Did you know that? She somehow knew that. In the last remaining years before the Maiden was killed. She came to me in the last week before she died. It seemed like she knew she would be killed, yet she came to me. Maybe it was because I was the closest thing to her, despite being a million miles behind. Because she came to congratulate me on being the new "head demon" or whatever. That she knew me and the other "kings" and "queens" had finally made a plan to take her out for good. I tried to get as much out of her as I could but she was good at dodging questions. But then she asked me why.

Why I'd kept her. My daughter.

She told me how she knew I slept with a demon on a night of celebration a couple months back. Guess in my drunken state, my demonic instincts came out and I knocked a girl up. But still, she asked why I kept it. I wanted to know why she was asking but she battered that question out like all the others.

It was quite strange how she worded it, actually... Almost like she was asking for advice.

"Why bother to keep the child, when the world just wants them dead from the start?"

Frankly, this was a good question. Why did I keep that kid in the first place... This world hates me. The only way I've stayed alive for so long is because of pure luck. Then if they found out I had a kid, they'd want her dead to. I tried to ask her where the fuck that question came from, but she just shrugged. I told her my answer, then she left. Thanking me for what I said. It was all fuckin strange...But then I think back to my mother and how I killed her on my 18th birthday. What if my daughter did the same?

Maybe it was tradition. To have an offspring just so they could kill you off. Sounds bitter sweet, doesn't it? Right now she's all tucked up in her bed, the purest a demon could possibly be. But even then I've seen the way she looks at me sometimes. Almost like hunger in her eyes... Pride? Envy? Wrath? She says she doesn't want any other daddy in the whole world. But then she gives me that look. It... Somewhat brings a smile to my face. But a pain in my chest. My little Fyara... Oh, how you've grown so much in these past 9 years. Perhaps you already see me as computation. Your final opponent to defeat to gain the throne as my successor. Already picking up your cards, taking your time and choosing your decisions wisely. Only to end up beheading your own father, holding his head to the crowd then taking his crown as proof of your victory. You're not just a normal demon. You're like me. Someone with goals and ideals, but also their own needs and desires.

Again. Bittersweet.

To love but also hate your daughter out of Pride. Who knows, maybe she'll make a better queen then I'll ever be. Though...

Maybe I should give you some other opponents to play against before I'm gone.

After all, there are plenty in this city that would be willing to bare them.

All so you can have your fun.

My sweet little demon.