An Angel's Demon

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Journalist Crystal.

From an Angel, we have found out that Angels brought back to Earth cannot die. Every ten years that they are on Earth, they only age a year. They never get sick, they can regenerate, cannot reproduce, can develop, can do a lot of things humans can do and much more. However, we have found out that if they are part demon, they age every fourteen years they are on Earth.

Cassandra, my old assistant, had become another Angel and has vacated the Earth.

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Dear Diary,

Dan and I have gotten married and we have abandoned that lazy bum, Maja, since he found someone, too. Melanie, is her name. She and Jae-Jae were best friends, still are, even. We also adopted a young kitsune, saving it from the scientists. Her name is Chriselle. I guess it's time to catch up.

50 years ago,  a group of nearly 20 scientists tried to gain immortality through becoming an angel. Today, one scientist gained that immortality. She died in search of a new creature, an Ultimate. Her name is Cassandra. The same girl that caught Alexia, the Ultra-Violent. She too fell out of Heaven and is nearly 21 years of age.

The kitsune we adopted survived a massacre on the Kitsune Plain. The same one I had caused in directly. She calls Dan and I Mommy Meg and Papa Dan. Maja and Melanie are Tito Maha (because she's still young and cannot pronounce certain things) and Tita Melanie. Even though we aren't really related, she still says those things.

Kitsunes like Chriselle age one year for every five years they are on Earth. She is still only four years old meaning she's been on Earth for 20 years. She is hated by humans and some other creatures for their long lifespan.

Dan, being a pure angel, ages one year for every eight year he lives on Earth. If he commits a crime, according to the book I had to memorize when I was younger, or a sin, his age rate increase by a half year. So far, he's done nothing.

I, half demon half angel, am different. A demon ages at a rate of 1:6, an agel at 1:8, therefore, I age 1 year for every 7 years I am on Earth. A weird age, I know. It's very, very odd. I kind like it, kinda don't.

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I work at a retail store I set up myself as sales floor almost always. Topic of Rock is the name of the store. A long time ago, I dyed my hair silver with blue stripes, got three tattoos-- Bear claw scars surrounded by blue, the l'cie brand from Final Fantasy XIII, both on my left arm, and blue fire going up my right arm from the wrist.

Dan works as an illustrator for various children's books publishers. It's actually a good paying job! I expected less out of it, but, whatever...

Today was a busy day, many customers filled the store due to the annual, whole store, 50% off sale. Some of them were just like me, dark clothing, some were high school kids, and some were completely out of place and just tagging along.

A dirty blonde mullet guy pinned me against the side of one of the shelves, "I'm looking for the hot chick section, could you help me?"

"I appretiate the flattery, but," I started as I grabbed his arm and began twisting it behind his back while leading him to the exit, "I'm taken." And with a single kick, he was out the doors.