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O N E
A lore from many, many, many years ago, states that once upon a time, angels and demons roamed the Earth.
Angels that fell from the sky, and the demons that rose from the ground.
Some lores say that there are descendants among us in this generation of these divine and hellfire beings; created by those angels and demons who fell in love with certain mortals.
A newer legend suggests that some angels were, and still are, sent to the descendants of certain angels to protect and care for them, whilst demons are sent to the descendants of their own kind to show them the ways of the hellfire beings. Most of them are said to be assigned as romantic partners, so that they create more offspring and their line of descendants continue.
But of course, this is just a lore passed down for entertainment.
Or is it?
T W O
Kimhan sighed in frustration. “I’m not going anywhere. I want nothing to do with some mortal .” the demon complained to his mentor, Balthazar, who stared at him unimpressed.
The older demon took off his reading glasses -that he only really wore for aesthetic purposes, setting them on the table of his office before he spoke, “This mortal has a name -Porchay. You should learn it. And, Kim, I’m sorry but the higher ups already talked it through and decided you should be the one to become this boy’s guardian.”
“Is there any way at all I can get out of this?”
“I’m sorry, Kim. I swear if there was any way I could get you out of this, I would. You’re one of my favourite demons, you know that. I trust that you can do this.”
Kim groaned. “What would I have to do anyway?”
“Guide him, lead him, make him do bad shit, and maybe also marry him and produce a demonic heir.”
“No fucking way! I’m not doing it, and there’s nothing you can say that will make me do it!”
“Are you sure about that?”
Macau looked up from his own file that listed the descendant he had to guide when Kim walked into the common room. With a shiteating grin, he teased, “So you’re gonna be a guardian too, huh?”
Kim growled, “ Shut up.”
T H R E E
Little did anyone know that a demon named Puck, a shapeshifting trickster, had switched out names and files from both heaven and hell offices, as a prank.
So now, Kimhan, a well-respected powerful demon who terrified even some of the higher up demons, was off to become a guardian to a mortal named Porchay, who he assumed was a descendant of a demon -but turns out, Porchay was the descendant of an Angel.
This was going to be a big mess.
F O U R
Porchay was on his way home from his college campus.
Night was falling, a chill breeze flowing through the autumn air.
Porchay didn’t feel anything off about his day; he went to work in the morning, then went to college for his class, and then stopped by his Conspiracy Theorists Club, where they discussed a UFO sighting somewhere in Texas.
Yes, Porchay was your average broke college student, who had a belief in the supernatural, the mythical, and all the odds. (And yet he assumed he was completely human).
Porchay entered his small one bedroom apartment, the only place he could afford on his sad salary from his job and his freelance online writing jobs he did from time to time.
Porchay switched on the lights, and paused, as he realized his bedroom light was on, down the hallways, which he distinctly remembered shutting off.
He slowly, and quietly, moved towards his room, grabbing a wooden bat on the way that he kept for these suspiciously dangerous moments. His neighborhood wasn’t a bad one, but Porchay was a bit paranoid, so he kept a bat to be safe.
Porchay entered the bedroom as slow and quietly as possible -he froze in shock at the figure standing in the middle of his bedroom. The figure was only wearing black pants, his back towards Porchay as he observed something on Chay’s study table, revealing black feathered wings protruding from his back and reaching the floor. And from what Porchay could see, the dark haired male had dark horns coming out from the tufts of black, curving over his head with ridges at the end.