Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Fantasy

I never liked people, there was only one who understood me, helped me, and wasn't scared of me. Someone who helped me control my power. I wasn't the only demon on the planet earth, but I was the most powerful. I was banished from hell my power was that demonic and uncontrollable, it killed some of our most powerful soldiers.
    I don't remember how but she made me able to control it, like me, she was the same, she had white flames, the flames of the gods, mine are black, the flames of hell. After she passed I never used it, since I was the one who killed her, even though she told me to, I feel ashamed.
     Now, I'm in the situation where I die, or kill them. And so, to keep her memory's alive I killed them all with one slice of a katana I made out my jet black flames. They never had time to scream, nor time to think. I feel even more ashamed every time I kill, after all I tried so hard to save all the life's I can. But, in the end, it never matters how hard I try. I feel like a nightmare, like death itself follows me.
     That's when I was taken in as a son of a man who used creation magic, a man which had been watching me for a long time. I had a new sister, farther and mother. But, a week later, I saw my sister being attacked by demons. " You stupid god!" they were shouting. I had to do something, so I killed them all slowly, one after the other. "w-why did you kill them?" she whispered trying not to cry. But, I ignored her and ran home, leaving her to see there bodies by herself. She never understands me, none of them do.
    I went strait to my room to cry, but I didn't feel sad or ashamed for killing them, I felt happy for a moment before being angry at my self for being happy at all.