The days had pasted like a dream since my last sin, I guess I was in shock, which wasn’t a change my life seamed like that constantly. Though at last I had reached the surface breaking through once again into consciousness, aware of my surrounding and even my action. I had decided for not to run and hide but to stay in the town, it had be one of great deliberation in the end I felt that it would be better for my grieving if I was here where I had felt safe the longest. So I find myself in a run down pub at small table by myself in the wrong side of town. Life seamed to repeat itself, always depressing, always sorrowful and always following the moon. For not one of us can escape her mysterious allure as we are her child and must obey her often cruel demands. I pick up the half empty glass in front, swirling it with my normal mild amusement before bring the bitter drink to my lips. My life was beyond repair and my family torn in such away that nothing could stitch us back together again, we all played our part in that. The bar was inhabited by demons, that’s the nice thing living in the city there is always a high population of demons, though not all of them are bad. Just most of them. Though there are always Hunters, Crusaders and Angels where there are demons, they are sometimes just as bad as their pray. I guess Angels aren’t too bad, unless they have dedicated their lives to killing demons. The thing about hunting demons is that you get paranoid; everyone becomes a demon in your eye, which of course brings on schizophrenia and you’re likely to kill yourself. All in all anyone that hunts demons should be given a wide berth if you are demon or not. The door of the Bar was slammed open and an all too familiar figure entered the room. He spotted me immediately and flashed a smile at me with a wink, only detouring at the bar to pick up a drink before pulling up a chair to my table. He sat there silently lighting up a cigarette, with no lighter, it was a simple trick he had probably used the same method to set fire to a house or a person many times before. Magic people call it, all it is logic out of place. He clicked his neck, I watched his transformation, his skin paled, bat wings unfolded and his eyes turned blacker then hell. He never worried about hiding his identity, controlling the urge of the moon, but he was fully demon so saw no point in doing so.
“How long are you going to be moping here for?” He swept his mousy blond hair back to reveal a string of tattoos down his neck.
“I’m not moping, so fuck off.” My harsh reply is not as uncalled for as you may think, but he pays no heed to it anyway.
“You are I can feel your pain.” He lent forward and gently brushed his hand down my face. “And how am I meant to allow my little brother to suffer all alone.” I gasp and pull back when his foot rubbed up against my thigh.
“Get off you pervert.” I snarled, losing my balance I nearly fall off my chair only regaining balance with my wings. He was the eldest of my siblings and the most demon like, he had very like morals and only cared for himself. So this was a regular event, never open your legs for a demon like him as he will keep wanted it until he has killed you. “Only loyal to your pleasure as normal I see.”
“Not to different to yourself I would point out, but I become less attached which is why I don’t mope around after I broke my toy.” That’s all what they ever were to him toys at his disposal, he never cares male or female, black or white, as long as they look and feel good he’ll take them.
“I could never even imagine being able to do that and never wish to.” I look at my drink in disgusted.
“Cheer up, I have some good news for you my demon angel.” I look up with curiosity, he’s never brought me good news so I don’t know how to react. He smirked at my attention before leaping on to the table effortlessly and crouching animalisticly. “Ah my angel wanna be, now you’re interested huh.” He ran his hands along my black feathered wing. It should have been an insult but it wasn’t as it was true I’d give almost any thing to fully Angel, even to just be human would be good enough for me, and so I stayed and listened. “Your favourite little brother is in town.” As soon as his words hit me my stomach twisted and clenched in knots. Fear flickered through my eyes, it wasn’t just fear of injury but a deep rooted physiological fear an ironic fear at that. I choked on my drink and shoved the table away from me, my brother took flight as everything smashed to the floor. I ran blind through the door and took flight myself in to the cool night sky.