Bigger than us.

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I sat cross-legged on my bed. I was tired of this coyness...of demons...of being tortured because I was my Father's fatal mistake. I closed my eyes, and called on the sun. Blinding light flashed, then the familiar searing pain, burning away my sin temporarily. I stood, and walked to my mirror. My hair was white-blonde. My eyes an angelic blue. The half demon's curse. My curse. My path, well that was unclear. But I had two to take. I could become a full demon, handsome, cynical, uncaring, selfish, and manipulative. But there was a painful price. In order to do so, and to survive, I had to take human souls. Then burn in Hell for a century, fighting the unspeakable monsters as my flesh grew back, breaking my entire personality, then rebuilding me, with no humanity or compassion. The other option, was to become an angel. But, God would kill my demon kin. But, even though they felt nothing for me, I loved them. Then I would have to live like a missionary, taking care of everyone. And I had to truly be completely in love with someone, or I couldn't have relation. I'd have to get my wings...and learn compassion for all creatures and yadda, yadda, yadda. But I could see how I could look like if I actually was an angel. My head was clear of cynical thoughts, sex, alcohol, and I had an incredible urge to help people. I walked over to the bronze wreath on my door. I ran my fingers over a piece of bronze, the burning not there. I cut my finger. A golden substance slowly slid down my hand. Angel blood. This wouldn't last. Soon I would be semi-human again. I hesitantly at first, walked out of the safety of my room. Outside of it, Belle could get to me. I rushed to the hallway bathroom quickly i washed out the cut, not very deep or long. Then i put on a band-aid. I rushed back into my room, I walked to the mirror again. I sighed, calling back the earth and inferno. It came willingly. I was the first half human demon. I shouldn't have happened. My mother died when she gave birth to me. She was an unusually beautiful woman. I had her picture from my grandparents. They had hated my Father, believing he was the worst person to have custody of the only reminder of their daughter. She looked almost angelic with her blonde ringlets and sky blue eyes. I kept her picture in my dresser, taped to the bottom of the bottom left drawer.

 

That night, I sat in my comfortably large bed, surveying the room I'd lived in for seventeen years. My eyes wandered over my dark wooden desk,covered with my homework, meaningless doodles, notes, pencils, and stuff I didn't know. A computer sat in the corner, my iPod sitting beside it. My window had the perfect view of suburbia, currently pitch black, little stars dotting the sky, the crescent moon gleaming dimly. I got up and closed my curtain, the moon eerily calling me, again. odd...very odd finally, I settled to staring at the ceiling fan in the dark, which in reality I was just staring at blackness. A comfortable black. Not pitch black...more a black with faint colors showing through the blanket. Slowly, I drifted to sleep, thinking about how pretty the moon is.

 

Bump 

 

I awoke to the annoying squaking of my alarm clock sounding. I groaned and slowly sat up. Rubbing my eyes, I remembered my awful vision. Octavius had called me "Lord"...but he was fully human...right? Ifgahn had said "mortals cannot know..." so what was Ifgahn if not mortal...? I took a quick shower and dressed, knowing I'd soon be late if I didn't get going. Even though I was half freakin' demon I still had to attend school. Belle, on the other hand got to stay home and plan to find the Key. The Key was something that kept the balance. If found by the Demons, well, they would win. I shivered at the thought. The human in me thought about the possibilities and I shook the thoughts away. I found I was in the kitchen. I grabbed a cereal bar. I waved to my father and sister-in-law. But I took a look at them first. My father's chiseled face, bright gray eyes, gentle gray highlights in his raven black hair. You couldn't quite pin point his age. He could be anywhere between twenty or fifty. But I knew. He was born thousands of years ago. Usually, demons don't stay together after the child is born. The mother takes the child somewhere else and the father becomes a bachelor again, probably meeting with human women, for a little of their sick fun. Again, I shook my head. I wondered seriously...why? Why am I a half-breed? Why must I suffer? What is my purpose? I realized I was walking. I should've taken the car... I shook my head and continued down the route to my school. "Yo! Mike!" a male voice interrupted my thoughts I turned around, curious as to who it was.

 

You guys are mean 

 

Unbelievable...you let junk and shit instead of something that at least makes a little sense be on top 

 

It was Jeremy. How annoying. He was a snotty rich kid who's soul I could feel die slowly as his father made more billions in the stock market. He was born into money, and would inherit it all. Not that I cared. All that money would do is deprive him of what he truly loved. How do I know this? He told me. I'm somewhat his best friend, I suppose. He was around my height, and rail thin. He had shaggy red hair that fell across his face. He had the redheads curse, with pale, porcelain skin and freckles everywhere. His eyes were a dull greenish blue. He was a little annoying at times, but far better than most full humans are.

We walked in silence,each of us in our own world. Our own problems. A foot away, but light years apart. "J-Jeremy?" I stuttered for the first time since I met him. He looked at me, a bit shocked. "Yeah Mikey boy?"
"Do you think that sometimes life just wants you to do something, and you think you're doing the right thing but you're not, and end up screwed either way?" I said, shocking myself. Jeremy just looked at me, thoughtfully, and said "Honestly Mikey boy...there's always a way out. You just gotta think. Use the old noggin. If life's really got something planned, it's always got a funny way of showing you what to do." Not relating this to his own experience. That's what I liked about him. He didn't try to make my situation relatable cause he didn't know what the fuck was going on. I smiled for the first time in a long time and patted him on the back. "Thanks...Jerry." I said, his eyes getting even bigger. I hadn't called him Jerry since the third grade. "No problem Bro." he mumbled. And we walked in silence, staring at the beautiful neighborhood, dull but well kept. A new girl walked out of one of the many houses. Being a private school, we had uniforms. Standard grey slacks, dark grey sweaters with the school emblem, a graceful hawk with a rabbit in its clutches, and to top it off, a yellow and green tie for Jeremy and me. I watched the girl. She had long white hair. When I say white, I mean, white. Not white blonde. Her skin was so pallid, it made me think she was albino. But her cheeks were rosy, and she had dark brown streaks in her hair, making most of it dirty blonde. But I could see the white strands coming out. She was very pretty. I swear, she had a halo. But that wasn't possible. ...is it really? a voice in my head said. I shook the thought away. She wore the girls uniform from our school. A plaid button skirt, dark sweater with the blue and yellow emblem, and a matching tie, much like ours. She smiled at us, her teeth pure white. "It looks like we're going to the same place." she said, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. "My names Roxanne...what's yours?"
"Roxanne?....like the..."
"Yes, like the TV show."
"Oh...haha...nice to meet you. The names Jeremy. And that guy checking you out is Michael." I stumbled and hit a flag pole." Huh? Oh looks like we're here." I said sheepishly. The other two were laughing their heads off. Our school itself was a mid-eighteen-century gothic castle. Stone gargoyles stood menacingly on the turrets of the large metal gate. As we approached, the large gates creaked open by the grounds keeper, Hank Tumbler. "Mornin' boys!"
"Good morning Hank." I called back. "Mornin' Mr.Tumbler." Jeremy yelled, waving to him. "so Roxanne, what do you think so far?" I asked as we approached the main building. "it looks interesting..." she said thoughtfully.

 

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"Mr.Sandars!!" I jumped and looked around, wide-eyed. "Now that you've joined the rest of the class, could you please could you tell us when the Alamo took place, and where?" Mr. Larson said, steely eyed. "Um...er...it took place in San Antonio Texas, March 6th, 1836." I said calmly. He stared at me dumbly. "Uh...that's correct." he mumbled, and turned his attention to a student who was sleeping. I sighed, bored. Nothing interesting here.

Roxanne watched Mike. Watched his movements, the bored expression in his eyes. She began to sketch him. The outline of his face. The wrinkle of his uniform. By then end of the class, she had the basics of his face drawn. She drew him with sky blonde hair and deep, deep turquoise eyes. She didn't know why. She just preferred him that way. Suddenly a dark shadow loomed above her head. "Miss Jameson, you should get going to your other class." the teacher, Mr. Larson, said sternly, eyeing the drawing. She nodded dumbly and slipped the drawing of Mike in her notebook.

Jeremy, or Jerry, whichever one you prefer, had parted with Roxanne and Mike. He knew more about Mike than he let on. He was Mike's Guardian, or shadow as he nicknamed himself. He had one purpose, one that would come clear to him soon, as the Angel told him. He strolled down the corridor, reaching his first class of the day, Calculus. booorriingg he thought. Why they needed to go to school? The question escaped him.