Satan Junior's POV
It's cold. I shivered as I tried rubbing my hands against my arms to get some heat. Who knew this old tattered place would be freezing at night.
The moonlight shined through the broken window of the second floor hall, it's silver glow softly glistened off the puddle of wet blood beside me.
I felt disgusting. My jeans and jacket were completely drenched and reeks of iron, not to mention my legs, butt, side and back. It had dried slightly, making the fabric stick to my fur like some kind of leach. I was also missing a sleeve, making my jacket pretty much useless.
A line of dried tears ran down my face, I didn't have any more to spill, my eyes were dry from crying so much. Nimius was right, I am a crybaby. But it's not like I don't have my reasons, I'm cold, scared, alone, and this fucking maniacs' property.
That's one way I never thought I would go down. Sighing and shifting my gaze towards my stained bare feet, I couldn't help but miss my mean-ass siblings, sure they were rude as hell to me and that's saying something, but they are family after al-
A gust of wind interrupted my thought and made me shiver more than I already was. "F-Fucking... c-cold..." I mumbled softly in a growl as I increased the speed of rubbing. It's times like these where you need magic, but I suck horribly at that. Just look at me, if I would have known the basics... I wouldn't be here. 🅱️oland would be finally dead, that shitty ass deal he forced me to take would have never happened, Dad would be proud of me and right now I could be sleeping peacefully in my bed.
Unfortunately that didn't happen cause I'm a fucking failure! Even I suck at being a proper demon. Delia says I'm too emotional, Nimius picks on me for fun, Moria hates me, Audacity insults me and I can't even defend myself in the over world.
Dad was right... I'm just a disturbance in hell... maybe I'm better off here, far from everyone. Now I know I can't screw anything else up. Maybe I am better off dead...
No.
I grabbed my knees and shook the thought out of my head, this isn't the time to get sentimental brain... I have other things to worry about, with moist eyes I kept on rubbing my arms in hopes of not getting too cold and distracting myself a bit.
Sleep wasn't an option, I don't want to let my guard down but my body needed rest. Yawning, I looked around the place, man the hallway was a mess. Dried leaves littered the floor, a thick layer of dust covered the untouched wooden floorboards, old and new cobwebs decorated the ceiling and corners making it look more like a haunted than it already was; not to mention some doors on the side of the hallway were busted and falling to pieces.
But the overall energy this place gave off, gives me the creeps. I've been monitoring 🅱️oland for quite some time now and he unease's me. Cold blooded killer, with no regrets, enjoys his "work", cunning, manipulative. He's the perfect murder. I guess Dad gave his case to learn a thing or two from him.
I feel bad for that girl downstairs, she was dragged to this place and I could have save- No. you are a demon, you're not supposed to save souls, your job is to condemn them. Her heartbeat was barely audible, but it was there nonetheless.
The red chain above me, swayed slightly with a soft gust of wind making a clucking noise, it was giving off this soft eerie red glow, but it does look fairly easy to break, the chains aren't that thick. I staggered to get up, damn my legs feel like jelly, I grabbed it and its shockingly light, maybe I could chew at it with my teeth and break it?
Stay. Or there WILL be consequences.
His voice repeated itself in my head. Like I'm gonna obey his fucking orders like some kind of puppy. I grabbed the chain and lifted it up to my mouth, it's just metal right? What could go wrong?
