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My Demon
By: Leah Adralene
My name is Rika. I’m a normal girl, I have everyday normal problems, or at least I did. Until my family was attacked in the middle of the night by demons. But you know that wasn’t the craziest part, you see I was only six, but I still thought it was odd that my family seemed to know them. You know? Here, I’ll show you.
THEN~
I wake up and hear a crashing noise, so I run out to get mommy and daddy, but mommy is fighting someone in the hallway outside my room and daddy is behind her, fighting someone else. Mommy sees me, “No! Back in your room, lock the door!” I always listen to mommy, so I close and lock my door, but I want to help. I start crying, and suddenly there’s a man beside me. He doesn’t look as old as daddy though. He comes toward me and I can only ask, “Is mommy and daddy hurting?” He stops and cocks his head at me. He pulls out a dagger and holds it to my throat.
“Not if I hurt you.” He says, I look at him with my scared eyes and little hands reach up to touch the dagger.
“You’ll leave mommy and daddy alone?”
“Yes. But you have to give your life to me, is that alright with you?” He seemed to be expecting a certain answer, one he’d gotten a thousand times. But I just said, “Yes, and please my cousins too? And my gramma and grampa?”
“If you want.”
“Okay.” His face is frozen, as if not expecting that, and he stands up and suddenly disappears in a flash of flame, I can feel the heat of it. I hear shouting and then a whooshing sound. My mommy is yelling, ‘No!’ And I unlock the door and walk out to see Mommy crying on Daddy, “I thought no one could get in?!” And then my daddy sees me. He and mommy run over to me, “Why did they leave if they didn’t get her?” I hug mommy and fall slowly asleep, unaware that what had happened happens every time a child in my family turned six.
END~
Unaware that the reason they did it was to weaken my family. Because my family was too strong, too strong to live with, anytime the demons left them alone, they attacked them again, saying that demons were evil and needed to be exterminated. Any time my family left the demons alone; they would attack them again, for revenge and pain.
Though those attacks suddenly stopped. And a demon messenger came a week later. “We have decided to try and make peace yet again, When your children are in positions of power ten years hence, we’ll come to speak to them, perhaps their minds will not be as closed as yours.”
And I didn’t see them again until my sixteenth birthday. True to their word, but they didn’t know that I had no idea who my family was.
MEMORY BEGIN~
I’m sitting at home, just reading a book when I hear a whooshing sound and feel a rush of heat; I look up because I think it sounds familiar, and see a man in my room. Naturally I look over at my locked door, and then my locked window. I try my best to stay calm. And back away as far as possible onto my bed. “Who are you and how did you get in here?”
“Just came to see you, aren’t you happy to see me?”
“Who are you?” I ask again. The man cocks his head at me and it too seems familiar somehow.
“You don’t know me?” There’s a French accent in the lilt of his voice, just a bit, but enough to notice.
“I think you snuck into the wrong house.” I smile nervously, hoping he’ll leave if he really is in the wrong house and then I can call the cops.
“You don’t remember me?” He walks forward and I shrink into the wall, “Why are you acting this way?”
“There’s a strange man in my room, I’m a little freaked out, isn’t that normal?” Honestly I was just going through the motions, I was perfectly calm, just a little curious. He tilts his head again, and this time it’s accompanied by a smirk. His eyes are black as coal, with hidden depths. His hair is dark as night, short and spiked in the front, over his brow. His lips are full but thin, the perfect size for his face, his face is sculpted and his jawline is straight. His body is lean and tall, his form filled out in his white dress shirt. His black dress pants smooth and looking as if they were freshly pressed. He chuckles, “Your family has a lot of explaining to do to you don’t they?”
“My family?” I furrow my brows in confusion. They shoot up however, when the man disappears in a full body flame. I scream in alarm and my mother comes running in.
“What!?”
“There was-there was a man-he-he!” I can barely speak for the amazement.
“A man?” My mother seemed to look around and then stop dead in her tracks when she looked at the place he’d disappeared. There were scorch marks, barely there but still there. And then my mother is running into the kitchen to get the phone and frantically call my father. I’m left to sit in the kitchen as she makes me cocoa and stays silent on the whole subject, saying only: “Your father will tell you when he gets home.”
I had to wait at least twenty minutes, but seeing as my father’s work was a half-hour away… it must be bad for him to be speeding through shortcuts. He walks in the door, some aura of dark contemplation about him. You know that feeling you get when somebody is having a bad day, and you just somehow know? Yeah, that’s kinda it.
“Rika, are you alright? What did he do?” He comes to me and grabs my arm, looking into my eyes and speaking with a frightened frenzy.
“Daddy it hurts!” He lets go of me like my arm is on fire and takes a deep breath.
“What happened?” Mom takes over the story before I can open my mouth. When all is told from her point of view, he asks me, and I tell him every detail. Apparently I wasn’t crazy and seeing things, they’d made too much of a deal out of it, so they knew I wasn’t crazy, but the only way to know that, and to have known what the scorch mark meant… it means they know something I don’t.
“Who was that man?” My father looks at me, and stays silent, shaking his head.
“Sweetie, I think… you should call the family.” My mother is quiet but firm. No hierarchy in my family, mom’s a leader and so is dad. Mom stays home because she can’t stand employers most of the time. Dad works because somebody has to. She walks to the phone, and starts calling. I listen as she contacts my grandfather, my uncle, my cousins, everyone in our immediate and far-immediate family. Everyone I’ve ever met. My dad sits with a clenched jaw and watches this with some… anger, but something else too.
When everyone has been contacted, I’m told to take a shower and get dressed, since it was the weekend it was almost noon and I hadn’t gotten out of bed yet. I do as they say, knowing they’re talking in the other room about me, and wishing I could know what they say. I want to use my ‘special talent’ but I have not used it since I discovered it, knowing that my family would try to exorcise me or something, after all… normal people don’t have special powers… demons do.
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When I get back out into the main living room, I see that my cousin, my best friend, my confidante, is standing with tension etched into every line of her body. I walk over with a smile nonetheless, like I notice nothing, it's a talent of mine... which usually leads people to think I'm stupid or Naive but... ah well...
"Riri, are you okay? That... man, didn't hurt you or anything did he?" She says man like it's a curse or she doesn't believe him to be much of one... which means she's either being overprotective or...
"You speak as though you know him." When she pales and tries to say otherwise, I have confirmed my suspicion. "Is someone going to tell me what the hell is going on or what?" I look around the room, the blue and white decor always used to comfort me, and now I can only see it as a way to look at my relatives in contrast.
My father is red and green about the gills. His black hair disheveled. His grey eyes like my own, so bright and actually colored grey, while mine are cloudy and look as such. His name is Rade Wingates.
My mother is pale and looks ready to cry. Her blonde waves are beautiful and natural, a curl to each little end of her hair, similar to my own, though it never minds me she can make hers do whatever she likes. I only took from my mother my general shape, all the colors I have are from my father. Her name is Agara Wingates-Hazzard, she changed her first name when she entered the family, I never knew why until now. Apparently she'd faked her own death just to be with my father.
My grandfather is rigid with angry lines set into his face. He looks a lot like my father but his hair is brownish red and his eyes are deep amber. His name is Rath Wingates.
My grandmother is soft and hard all at once, her demeanor showing protectiveness as she looks to me with love. Her own hair is where father gets the black; it shimmers like a raven's wing, the gray only enhancing the beauty of such dark hair. Her eyes are where the grey for my father's eyes comes from as well. Her name is Atella Wingates.
My aunt is calm but a storm waits in her eyes for anyone to step into. Her hair is cherry blonde with gold hiding inside, her eyes a deep blue like the sea, of which her daughter, my cousin has. Her name is Stacia Wingates. Her story is similar to my mother's.
My uncle: Piccio Wingates, is not present, but then he is often not. And lastly, my cousin looks like she is sick with worry. Her sea-starburst eyes are anxious and glancing about with concern and something else. Her bright tresses of copper falling about her face while she seems to think. Her name is Torrence Wingates.
"The man said my family had some explaining to do. So explain. Now." I stand straight and tall, my family values courage and strength above all else. I don't know why, they are so rigid and into god, you would think that forgiveness would be their main priority.
"Sweetie, It's hard to explain, we've told you before. That our family has a very important job in the world-"
"If you are talking about the fairy tales you used to tell me to get me to sleep, you always assured me they were not true."
"What would you have me say? That our family hunts demons but it's okay you're safe, even though they're real?"
"... Yes, actually you could've said exactly that, and I would have listened to you, I would have believed you. But now I just don't know mama. What else is being hidden from me?" This was overwhelming, my mother telling me like that. But I handled it inside my mind, kept it safe and rational.
"We are a sacred order, we cannot simply tell everyone who we are." My cousin speaks up, and I glare at her to say,
"You are mere months older than me, and you know all about it. Speak again and I may be tempted to pound you into dust." My cousin glares back at me.
"You could not know, not until now. They were after you, and they read thoughts. They are devious and evil, we needed to protect you."
MEMORY END~
As you can see, it's been a wild ride. I summarized my memories for better understanding as you can see here. But make no mistake about my situation it is VERY serious. You see my family went to a conference with me in tow and… well, see for yourself, as I wait at the end of the tale I hope you enjoy the beginning and middle.
BEGIN
I walk into a room that is lit with darkness. The flames from the torches flicker on the walls and light the shadows barely at all. I enjoy the darkness, it is soothing to me, so when I see the shadows thrown over the table with several demons sitting around it, I am relieved rather than daunted. At least I won't be blinking light out of my eyes.
My mother and father are behind me, my cousin beside me, and i see there are only four demons as well. They'd called a conference. Apparently demons were so honorable when it came to truces that my parents and cousin had agreed so long as they had the entire family waiting outside just in case they pulled something. My family was certain this was an ambush, but when they'd told me about their struggle, and that our family had once been so large and powerful that no one dared stand in our path to the demons... I decided the fighting had to end, and I had to help my family, I didn't want my cousin to die because she was fighting a meaningless silent war.
... and demons had a right to exist too didn't they? They couldn't all be bad all at once, that was like saying all humans were good. They weren't, it was just a stupid generalization... though if I said that to my dad, he'd probably smack me upside the head and say, 'demon begone!'
"Let us begin," I start a bit, noticing that I've sat down without really knowing. I blush a little when I realize that, and then I look up into his eyes. That man from before, dad told me he was a prince. They had many demon provinces with princes and kings and queens, but there was a higher position, the queen and king of all the kings and queens were his mother and father. He looks at me with a blank face and then his eyes seem to move as though thinking or... reading something, and then there is amusement in his eyes. His charcoal black eyes draw me in and entice me to drown, but I simply look back at him, not caring, the drowning is nice. I see the depths of his soul, and I like it. His eyes aren't amused anymore; they are now narrowed as his brows draw down and together. And then he's actually smiling. It's radiant and it takes my breath away. His smile turns into a smirk and my father speaks, "What do you want?"
"What we've always wanted, to end this war." Says a man who is older than the prince with white-blonde hair, apparently the king. I could just see it in his regal bearing. His wife has hair so black it is slightly blue. Their eyes are orange... that's odd.
"It will never end, there is too much hate, and I will not sit in passivity while you slaughter us." The rest of my family gives a shift in their seats as the demons glare at them.
"I think we should listen to their ideas before condemning them to failure." My father's eyebrows shoot up at my voice and the demons seem to have a smug sense of some kind of satisfaction.
"We think it could work. If we join the new generations." That man speaks and his eyes are again on me.
"No!" My mother, father, and cousin all yell.
"What?" I have no clue what he was getting at yet.
"He is proposing a marriage of one of our youngest to him." My mother speaks with disdain in her tone.
"You will not have our daughter, I know that is the meaning of your 'idea'." My father.
"As you will recall, she gave her life to me, and we have not attacked you since, have we? I want what is mine." Okay by this time my head is spinning.
"Wait a minute, hang on a second! I don't belong to anyone I'm a person! If I marry anyone, it'll be because I want to. And… what do you mean I gave my life to you?" He leans towards me over the table, staring into my eyes and tells me,
"Perhaps you do not remember, perhaps your family told you it was all a dream, or perhaps you simply do not care to think of it. But you gave me your life, and I swore on your own blood that I would not harm your family, if you gave your life to me."
That nightmare I had when I was six? He... They DID tell me it was a dream. I look at my family in betrayed anger. "You're all a bunch of fucking liars!" I stand and glare down at them. My father stands and glares back at me.
"Watch your mouth, we are still your parents!"
"Why did you never tell me anything!? What am I supposed to be-" I stop and realize something, I look up at my father with horror on my face and in my voice, "You didn't trust me because I was bound to a fucking DEMON!?"
"I TOLD YOU TO WATCH YOUR MOUTH!"
"I'LL WATCH MY MOUTH WHEN YOU ACT LIKE A FATHER AND TREAT ME LIKE A DAUGHTER!" I walk away from him and look over my shoulder to tell my mother and cousin, "And you can both lose my number because I'm moving out and you won't have to deal with the demon bound daughter anymore." I was sixteen anyway. I was planning to stay home through college because my mom wanted me to, but I could get a job fine and I had enough money saved up from christmases and shit.
I turned to walk out the doorway but a flash of flame halts me and the prince of the demon people stands in front of me, his hands on my arms. "Do not turn your back on family, you may be angry all you like, but they are the only family you have. I can see why they would keep you in the dark, it was foolish but they meant well. We need you to stop this war." I can see that, I can also say that I wasn't planning to completely cut them out but... I wanted so badly to just walk out and be angry. I hate being the responsible, caring, forgiving one. I hate loving people for no more than existing. I hate that I can't even be mad at someone when they actually do something wrong to me. I grit my teeth and look up at him, seeing astonishment in his eyes.
"Fine." I spit it out with bitterness. I walk back to the table, "But I will make my own decisions, and I have lost all respect for all of you, and you Torrence are no longer my friend." They all look at me like they don’t know who I am. “What? Surprised I can think for myself? Surprised I hate you when you lied to me!?” My fists clench and the prince himself steps up behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder,
“Forgive and forget.”
“Forgive but never forget.” I quip back and sit heavily in my seat.
The demons set up a negotiation and in the end my family can’t say no. Mostly because I tell them they can’t. The demons will make a blood and bone contract to never fight with my family again, but I would have to become a half-demon after I married their son. A year after we were married at the very latest. My family was against that. I told them, “Would you rather pick a different girl every generation to renew the bonds with?” The look in their eyes said, ‘yes, anything but your soul’. I didn’t think being a demon was giving up my soul. I think it was choosing to live in the dark, like choosing to accept that you were gay even though you’d always been raised and reared straight. You don’t suddenly become that way; you just decide to live as you always really were.
OKAY: Just for you guys to know, you can take the story anywhere you want, just use my characters and please use their personalities as I've described them. Thanks!
By: Leah Adralene
My name is Rika. I’m a normal girl, I have everyday normal problems, or at least I did. Until my family was attacked in the middle of the night by demons. But you know that wasn’t the craziest part, you see I was only six, but I still thought it was odd that my family seemed to know them. You know? Here, I’ll show you.
THEN~
I wake up and hear a crashing noise, so I run out to get mommy and daddy, but mommy is fighting someone in the hallway outside my room and daddy is behind her, fighting someone else. Mommy sees me, “No! Back in your room, lock the door!” I always listen to mommy, so I close and lock my door, but I want to help. I start crying, and suddenly there’s a man beside me. He doesn’t look as old as daddy though. He comes toward me and I can only ask, “Is mommy and daddy hurting?” He stops and cocks his head at me. He pulls out a dagger and holds it to my throat.
“Not if I hurt you.” He says, I look at him with my scared eyes and little hands reach up to touch the dagger.
“You’ll leave mommy and daddy alone?”
“Yes. But you have to give your life to me, is that alright with you?” He seemed to be expecting a certain answer, one he’d gotten a thousand times. But I just said, “Yes, and please my cousins too? And my gramma and grampa?”
“If you want.”
“Okay.” His face is frozen, as if not expecting that, and he stands up and suddenly disappears in a flash of flame, I can feel the heat of it. I hear shouting and then a whooshing sound. My mommy is yelling, ‘No!’ And I unlock the door and walk out to see Mommy crying on Daddy, “I thought no one could get in?!” And then my daddy sees me. He and mommy run over to me, “Why did they leave if they didn’t get her?” I hug mommy and fall slowly asleep, unaware that what had happened happens every time a child in my family turned six.
END~
Unaware that the reason they did it was to weaken my family. Because my family was too strong, too strong to live with, anytime the demons left them alone, they attacked them again, saying that demons were evil and needed to be exterminated. Any time my family left the demons alone; they would attack them again, for revenge and pain.
Though those attacks suddenly stopped. And a demon messenger came a week later. “We have decided to try and make peace yet again, When your children are in positions of power ten years hence, we’ll come to speak to them, perhaps their minds will not be as closed as yours.”
And I didn’t see them again until my sixteenth birthday. True to their word, but they didn’t know that I had no idea who my family was.
MEMORY BEGIN~
I’m sitting at home, just reading a book when I hear a whooshing sound and feel a rush of heat; I look up because I think it sounds familiar, and see a man in my room. Naturally I look over at my locked door, and then my locked window. I try my best to stay calm. And back away as far as possible onto my bed. “Who are you and how did you get in here?”
“Just came to see you, aren’t you happy to see me?”
“Who are you?” I ask again. The man cocks his head at me and it too seems familiar somehow.
“You don’t know me?” There’s a French accent in the lilt of his voice, just a bit, but enough to notice.
“I think you snuck into the wrong house.” I smile nervously, hoping he’ll leave if he really is in the wrong house and then I can call the cops.
“You don’t remember me?” He walks forward and I shrink into the wall, “Why are you acting this way?”
“There’s a strange man in my room, I’m a little freaked out, isn’t that normal?” Honestly I was just going through the motions, I was perfectly calm, just a little curious. He tilts his head again, and this time it’s accompanied by a smirk. His eyes are black as coal, with hidden depths. His hair is dark as night, short and spiked in the front, over his brow. His lips are full but thin, the perfect size for his face, his face is sculpted and his jawline is straight. His body is lean and tall, his form filled out in his white dress shirt. His black dress pants smooth and looking as if they were freshly pressed. He chuckles, “Your family has a lot of explaining to do to you don’t they?”
“My family?” I furrow my brows in confusion. They shoot up however, when the man disappears in a full body flame. I scream in alarm and my mother comes running in.
“What!?”
“There was-there was a man-he-he!” I can barely speak for the amazement.
“A man?” My mother seemed to look around and then stop dead in her tracks when she looked at the place he’d disappeared. There were scorch marks, barely there but still there. And then my mother is running into the kitchen to get the phone and frantically call my father. I’m left to sit in the kitchen as she makes me cocoa and stays silent on the whole subject, saying only: “Your father will tell you when he gets home.”
I had to wait at least twenty minutes, but seeing as my father’s work was a half-hour away… it must be bad for him to be speeding through shortcuts. He walks in the door, some aura of dark contemplation about him. You know that feeling you get when somebody is having a bad day, and you just somehow know? Yeah, that’s kinda it.
“Rika, are you alright? What did he do?” He comes to me and grabs my arm, looking into my eyes and speaking with a frightened frenzy.
“Daddy it hurts!” He lets go of me like my arm is on fire and takes a deep breath.
“What happened?” Mom takes over the story before I can open my mouth. When all is told from her point of view, he asks me, and I tell him every detail. Apparently I wasn’t crazy and seeing things, they’d made too much of a deal out of it, so they knew I wasn’t crazy, but the only way to know that, and to have known what the scorch mark meant… it means they know something I don’t.
“Who was that man?” My father looks at me, and stays silent, shaking his head.
“Sweetie, I think… you should call the family.” My mother is quiet but firm. No hierarchy in my family, mom’s a leader and so is dad. Mom stays home because she can’t stand employers most of the time. Dad works because somebody has to. She walks to the phone, and starts calling. I listen as she contacts my grandfather, my uncle, my cousins, everyone in our immediate and far-immediate family. Everyone I’ve ever met. My dad sits with a clenched jaw and watches this with some… anger, but something else too.
When everyone has been contacted, I’m told to take a shower and get dressed, since it was the weekend it was almost noon and I hadn’t gotten out of bed yet. I do as they say, knowing they’re talking in the other room about me, and wishing I could know what they say. I want to use my ‘special talent’ but I have not used it since I discovered it, knowing that my family would try to exorcise me or something, after all… normal people don’t have special powers… demons do.
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When I get back out into the main living room, I see that my cousin, my best friend, my confidante, is standing with tension etched into every line of her body. I walk over with a smile nonetheless, like I notice nothing, it's a talent of mine... which usually leads people to think I'm stupid or Naive but... ah well...
"Riri, are you okay? That... man, didn't hurt you or anything did he?" She says man like it's a curse or she doesn't believe him to be much of one... which means she's either being overprotective or...
"You speak as though you know him." When she pales and tries to say otherwise, I have confirmed my suspicion. "Is someone going to tell me what the hell is going on or what?" I look around the room, the blue and white decor always used to comfort me, and now I can only see it as a way to look at my relatives in contrast.
My father is red and green about the gills. His black hair disheveled. His grey eyes like my own, so bright and actually colored grey, while mine are cloudy and look as such. His name is Rade Wingates.
My mother is pale and looks ready to cry. Her blonde waves are beautiful and natural, a curl to each little end of her hair, similar to my own, though it never minds me she can make hers do whatever she likes. I only took from my mother my general shape, all the colors I have are from my father. Her name is Agara Wingates-Hazzard, she changed her first name when she entered the family, I never knew why until now. Apparently she'd faked her own death just to be with my father.
My grandfather is rigid with angry lines set into his face. He looks a lot like my father but his hair is brownish red and his eyes are deep amber. His name is Rath Wingates.
My grandmother is soft and hard all at once, her demeanor showing protectiveness as she looks to me with love. Her own hair is where father gets the black; it shimmers like a raven's wing, the gray only enhancing the beauty of such dark hair. Her eyes are where the grey for my father's eyes comes from as well. Her name is Atella Wingates.
My aunt is calm but a storm waits in her eyes for anyone to step into. Her hair is cherry blonde with gold hiding inside, her eyes a deep blue like the sea, of which her daughter, my cousin has. Her name is Stacia Wingates. Her story is similar to my mother's.
My uncle: Piccio Wingates, is not present, but then he is often not. And lastly, my cousin looks like she is sick with worry. Her sea-starburst eyes are anxious and glancing about with concern and something else. Her bright tresses of copper falling about her face while she seems to think. Her name is Torrence Wingates.
"The man said my family had some explaining to do. So explain. Now." I stand straight and tall, my family values courage and strength above all else. I don't know why, they are so rigid and into god, you would think that forgiveness would be their main priority.
"Sweetie, It's hard to explain, we've told you before. That our family has a very important job in the world-"
"If you are talking about the fairy tales you used to tell me to get me to sleep, you always assured me they were not true."
"What would you have me say? That our family hunts demons but it's okay you're safe, even though they're real?"
"... Yes, actually you could've said exactly that, and I would have listened to you, I would have believed you. But now I just don't know mama. What else is being hidden from me?" This was overwhelming, my mother telling me like that. But I handled it inside my mind, kept it safe and rational.
"We are a sacred order, we cannot simply tell everyone who we are." My cousin speaks up, and I glare at her to say,
"You are mere months older than me, and you know all about it. Speak again and I may be tempted to pound you into dust." My cousin glares back at me.
"You could not know, not until now. They were after you, and they read thoughts. They are devious and evil, we needed to protect you."
MEMORY END~
As you can see, it's been a wild ride. I summarized my memories for better understanding as you can see here. But make no mistake about my situation it is VERY serious. You see my family went to a conference with me in tow and… well, see for yourself, as I wait at the end of the tale I hope you enjoy the beginning and middle.
BEGIN
I walk into a room that is lit with darkness. The flames from the torches flicker on the walls and light the shadows barely at all. I enjoy the darkness, it is soothing to me, so when I see the shadows thrown over the table with several demons sitting around it, I am relieved rather than daunted. At least I won't be blinking light out of my eyes.
My mother and father are behind me, my cousin beside me, and i see there are only four demons as well. They'd called a conference. Apparently demons were so honorable when it came to truces that my parents and cousin had agreed so long as they had the entire family waiting outside just in case they pulled something. My family was certain this was an ambush, but when they'd told me about their struggle, and that our family had once been so large and powerful that no one dared stand in our path to the demons... I decided the fighting had to end, and I had to help my family, I didn't want my cousin to die because she was fighting a meaningless silent war.
... and demons had a right to exist too didn't they? They couldn't all be bad all at once, that was like saying all humans were good. They weren't, it was just a stupid generalization... though if I said that to my dad, he'd probably smack me upside the head and say, 'demon begone!'
"Let us begin," I start a bit, noticing that I've sat down without really knowing. I blush a little when I realize that, and then I look up into his eyes. That man from before, dad told me he was a prince. They had many demon provinces with princes and kings and queens, but there was a higher position, the queen and king of all the kings and queens were his mother and father. He looks at me with a blank face and then his eyes seem to move as though thinking or... reading something, and then there is amusement in his eyes. His charcoal black eyes draw me in and entice me to drown, but I simply look back at him, not caring, the drowning is nice. I see the depths of his soul, and I like it. His eyes aren't amused anymore; they are now narrowed as his brows draw down and together. And then he's actually smiling. It's radiant and it takes my breath away. His smile turns into a smirk and my father speaks, "What do you want?"
"What we've always wanted, to end this war." Says a man who is older than the prince with white-blonde hair, apparently the king. I could just see it in his regal bearing. His wife has hair so black it is slightly blue. Their eyes are orange... that's odd.
"It will never end, there is too much hate, and I will not sit in passivity while you slaughter us." The rest of my family gives a shift in their seats as the demons glare at them.
"I think we should listen to their ideas before condemning them to failure." My father's eyebrows shoot up at my voice and the demons seem to have a smug sense of some kind of satisfaction.
"We think it could work. If we join the new generations." That man speaks and his eyes are again on me.
"No!" My mother, father, and cousin all yell.
"What?" I have no clue what he was getting at yet.
"He is proposing a marriage of one of our youngest to him." My mother speaks with disdain in her tone.
"You will not have our daughter, I know that is the meaning of your 'idea'." My father.
"As you will recall, she gave her life to me, and we have not attacked you since, have we? I want what is mine." Okay by this time my head is spinning.
"Wait a minute, hang on a second! I don't belong to anyone I'm a person! If I marry anyone, it'll be because I want to. And… what do you mean I gave my life to you?" He leans towards me over the table, staring into my eyes and tells me,
"Perhaps you do not remember, perhaps your family told you it was all a dream, or perhaps you simply do not care to think of it. But you gave me your life, and I swore on your own blood that I would not harm your family, if you gave your life to me."
That nightmare I had when I was six? He... They DID tell me it was a dream. I look at my family in betrayed anger. "You're all a bunch of fucking liars!" I stand and glare down at them. My father stands and glares back at me.
"Watch your mouth, we are still your parents!"
"Why did you never tell me anything!? What am I supposed to be-" I stop and realize something, I look up at my father with horror on my face and in my voice, "You didn't trust me because I was bound to a fucking DEMON!?"
"I TOLD YOU TO WATCH YOUR MOUTH!"
"I'LL WATCH MY MOUTH WHEN YOU ACT LIKE A FATHER AND TREAT ME LIKE A DAUGHTER!" I walk away from him and look over my shoulder to tell my mother and cousin, "And you can both lose my number because I'm moving out and you won't have to deal with the demon bound daughter anymore." I was sixteen anyway. I was planning to stay home through college because my mom wanted me to, but I could get a job fine and I had enough money saved up from christmases and shit.
I turned to walk out the doorway but a flash of flame halts me and the prince of the demon people stands in front of me, his hands on my arms. "Do not turn your back on family, you may be angry all you like, but they are the only family you have. I can see why they would keep you in the dark, it was foolish but they meant well. We need you to stop this war." I can see that, I can also say that I wasn't planning to completely cut them out but... I wanted so badly to just walk out and be angry. I hate being the responsible, caring, forgiving one. I hate loving people for no more than existing. I hate that I can't even be mad at someone when they actually do something wrong to me. I grit my teeth and look up at him, seeing astonishment in his eyes.
"Fine." I spit it out with bitterness. I walk back to the table, "But I will make my own decisions, and I have lost all respect for all of you, and you Torrence are no longer my friend." They all look at me like they don’t know who I am. “What? Surprised I can think for myself? Surprised I hate you when you lied to me!?” My fists clench and the prince himself steps up behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder,
“Forgive and forget.”
“Forgive but never forget.” I quip back and sit heavily in my seat.
The demons set up a negotiation and in the end my family can’t say no. Mostly because I tell them they can’t. The demons will make a blood and bone contract to never fight with my family again, but I would have to become a half-demon after I married their son. A year after we were married at the very latest. My family was against that. I told them, “Would you rather pick a different girl every generation to renew the bonds with?” The look in their eyes said, ‘yes, anything but your soul’. I didn’t think being a demon was giving up my soul. I think it was choosing to live in the dark, like choosing to accept that you were gay even though you’d always been raised and reared straight. You don’t suddenly become that way; you just decide to live as you always really were.
OKAY: Just for you guys to know, you can take the story anywhere you want, just use my characters and please use their personalities as I've described them. Thanks!
