A Demon Gone Rogue

I find myself completely under the spell that this delicate creature has put me under. I know that if I count down for but one more second, I shall find myself right where I want to be. In the presence of beauty. I will be completely lost in what is so intoxicating. I can yet not place if it is her scent or her beauty that draws me most. Right here from where I am sitting, I can almost see the hairs on her porcelain skin stand at end as the cool breeze flows over her body.

But before I can experience what I have come here for, I am ripped away from her spell as my dear father is calling.

Well, one would find that rather peculiar for how would hell make contact with those on earth. The plain answer, they don't. Father, as with every other creature that finds itself as demon, angel, and the devil's son himself, only but communicate with their mind.

If father had been able to call me, the man would have known his son is playing on the wrong playground.

So, I set aside what I crave, for I cannot ignore my father's call.

I shall have to wait for another day to touch this beauty. The problem with earth, and yet so with hell, but earth is rather more, it finds itself as too populated, and finding this very soul again, will be near to impossible.

With that, I drop my head in sad defeat, only for today, perhaps tomorrow I shall meet one that is even greater than her. But for now, I need to return to the place that I call home. And it is with that, that I find myself only but half an hour slipping back through the gates of hell.

But as I have said, this is where I thrive, and this is where I love to be, though today has sparked more than a little interest.

And what else sparks my interest is my father being somewhat more irritable than normal. Now, I have learned to tread very carefully when he finds himself this way. The minute I enter his home, this is yet another picture to behold, my father does not sit on a throne in a dark, rather large room. No, my father finds himself in an actual mansion that he has created as his own little fantasy, though truly not a fantasy for the damn ungodly thing is real. And yes, there I cringe, for I should not say that word.

But let us pull it all aside, for he is burning hotter than his own hell, "Damien, where have you been?" Yes, that already has got me nervous, but then he continues, "I have been calling after you for several hours."

What the devil can do is spot a lie from a mile away, so I need to answer this one very wisely, "I had a good old laugh at our property mogul there far down on the west side. I think the man has been driven insane in his own hell."

"Well, there is exactly where the man should be; if he were not, then you would not be doing your job as you are required to do." He pauses for but a brief moment. "You have been born to set the death of hell into each soul that finds his way here, and of course, keeping those damn demons under control." He steps away from the giant table that finds its in the corner of his study and hands me a glass of his best whiskey. Now, this very gesture spells only but trouble.

So, all I do is have a sip and the chilled glass of whiskey and wait for him to tell me why he is not busy occupying himself with that perky little angel that I brought him. It does come as strange, but some of the heavenly creatures do crave a bit of the forbidden fruit. I guess, in a way, we all do; it does not matter on which side you find yourself.

Right now, I think I might be finding myself on the wrong side of my father's hand, but we are yet to find out as his breathing seems to be calming down, and he can form words that are not only mumbles. "Damien," he says. "I am afraid that someone has breach the gates of hell."

This is where I combust and shatter to piece. Did he just say that someone has breached the gates of hell? Am I going to be left with telling him where I truly was for the past several hours? I do hate to lie to my father, but I want to see that woman again, or at least another that shall captivate me just the same.

So I choose to, "What do father mean that someone has breached the gates of hell?"

"Well, we seem to be missing one demon, and I have personally gone and account for the rest of them." His fury grows as I see white-hot flames burning in his eyes. His skin is set aflame, and I mean aflame. Yes, the devil does burn hot red, without the flames, if he loses his composure.

Now, I beg to ask the question, "But how would he have gotten out?"

"Well," father starts to explain. "He managed to get himself into heaven. Do not ask me how the fucking sneaky bastard did, but not only does he get into heaven, he gets his filthy ass down onto earth."

With that, I breathe a sigh of relief; yes I was trembling somewhat over here, though that is now the least bit of our problems. "Father. Soul eater or Flesh eater.?"

I watch as his face turns from a strangled pain to one that shows defeat, "Both."

The terror that was boiling in my heart has now erupted and flows like lava through my veins. "Do I dare wish to ask what is his intention?"

"That, my son, I do not know. But…" he takes a rather loud breath that is only released in a rumble. "I am not going to sit back and find out."

"But father, sending a demon army to earth is just as bad as having one gone rogue."

"That is why you will be going."

I gasp at the thought that it has been placed on my shoulders, but then I do remember my very own reason why I have snuck through the door myself only but several hours ago. Does this mean that I will be able to feel what I felt from that beautiful creature?

"When," is my only answer, as swift as the wind takes it down these corridors.

"You shall leave at once. We have managed to get the location from where he exactly entered. You shall move from there, and you shall seek for him."

My heart can barely contain the excitement that I feel within me. This, and do I even dare to say, is as if all my desires have been answered. Yet, though, "How do you wish me to do this? Should I return each time they find their night, or am I to remain?"

He only but steps two steps closer to me while I gulp the rest of my whiskey down, "You do not return until you have found him. I shall, in turn, try to find from the rest that he ran with what his plan is." Father shoves another glass of whiskey in my hands before he carries on, "You will have to live like a human. So, for fuck sake, do not sit awake the whole night on some bench. You will draw attention to yourself."

I can not help but burst out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, "Do I look like the bench type, father?"

"No, son, I am only stating that you should try and live like one of them. Study them closely, and you will soon learn what it is what they do. I am expecting our little demon to create havoc…"

I do not even let father speak any further, "Deaths, soulless, dead people."

"Yes," He nods his head, and, strangely, he is in a way feeling sorry for these humans. We welcome death, but most of all, we welcome the souls that come with death. "Once you have found him, then I shall send for the demon army. He shall pay severely for his actions and betrayal toward me." I watch as the wickedness return back to his face as he says this. "Now, go, Damien. I am sure you will find how to live like a human."

With that, I sip the last of my whiskey, and with a very sneaky smile on my face, take the keys to the gate from him.

But he does not know that I have my own.