I was panting, really hard, from running for so long. And now there’s a strange blue and black-haired girl who is currently yelling at me, telling me that I should come with her, from the other side of the diner. I duck as someone throws a water jug at my face, most probably thinking that I’m a flesh demon. Which am most definitely not. Seeing it unfit to fight back, because I was heavily outnumbered, I quickly pulled my black hoodie down onto my face and swung myself from underneath the table. Once I was out I quickly dusted myself off and started running down the street. Hold on a second.
You must be wondering what the heck is going on. Well, let me take you a few moments back. Thad just walked into Lou’s diner with my hood all the way down, just so that no one could see my face. If anyone from the Night’s Quest caught me, I would be dead meat. The leader, or whatever they called the person who led the Night’s Quest, was looking for me and I couldn’t trust anyone, even the people I used to call family and friends were now off limits. But it was worth it, as I would do anything to protect the people I love. As I was walking to sit down, I saw a familiar face.
It was Zema, the blue and black haired girl, who wanted me to stay with her. I knew I had to hide or she’ll bring up that dumb proposition again. I tried to creep by her, however, my luck is simply lousy these days and she immediately recognized me. “Ira, I know it’s you so don’t even try to hide! ” She hisses at me, avoiding eye contact. “Could you not just leave me alone! I already said that my answer was no” I retorted, whispering so quietly that Zema had to lean her head in. “Look I know about the whole Night Quest looking for you thing, ok? I’m stuck in all of this and we need to stick together unlike last time, understood? She commands me.
Ugh. I forgot how bossy she is, it’s as if she can’t keep her mouth shut. “I-” was cut off before I could say anything by screams of terror coming from outside of the diner. I push my way outside to see a demon making their way towards me in a black cape of some sort. My immediate response is to run, anywhere but here. I looked around and that’s when I realized that I was somewhat safer in the diner where plenty of people are than outside with the demon. I ran back in hoping that in such a big rush, the black cape man wouldn’t notice me.
So here I am now running for my dear life at the mercy of the large crowds of New York. In the past few months that I’ve been hiding and been on the run, I learned that trusting people comes with a price. Trusting Nate, for example, was probably the most stupid thing I could have ever done. He was literally an illusion and the worst part was that even Zema realized. But of course, when one is in love, one tends to make mistakes. Something that wasn’t an illusion was probably me killing the demon that made Nate. I still remember that day like it was yesterday.
My heart was pounding and my brain was thinking erratically. If Nate wasn’t real then who the hell was that boy that I was hanging out with? Who did I give my heart to? Even thinking about him made me want to cry. The crippling pain was getting worse as it slowly spread through my heart. “NO! ” I yelled out loud in front of the spirit demon. “It can’t be true. Nate he-he is a real person! He has to be real! ” I screamed while tears were pouring out of my eyes. “Har har. Is someone sad? Well deal with it! ” the spirit exclaims, currently in control of Zema’s body, possessing her.
I couldn’t take the pain anymore so I did what any heartbroken person would do and I went in front of “Zema” and touched her hand. “I can’t! ” | sobbed “Just-just make me forget this ever happened. Just make me forget NATE! ” | begged. Zema’s eyes went wide and suddenly a black smoke came out of her mouth and left. I took that as a sign that the spirit demon left or maybe even died. As of now, my heart was still sore from the loss, but that was the past now. All that mattered now was that I continue to survive in this crazy world and figure out how I made the demon leave Zema’s body.
I walked up to my mentor’s house where Mr. Thompson enlightened me on what I am. He was almost like a Yoda to me. A kind, but a wise figure. According to Mr. Thompson, I am apparently a demon weaver, not quite sure what that is yet but my power only works on spirit demons who can’t have their own meat suit to prance around in. I sighed as I opened the front door looking around to see if anyone was watching me and stepped through the door… “Mr. Thompson I’m home” | called out, waiting for a response as | quietly closed the door behind me. “Ahhh, there you are, my child where have you been? He asks while he walks toward me, coming from upstairs. I quickly take my hoodie off and respond in a bored tone, “Nothing, I just needed some fresh air. ”
Mr. Thompson looks at me quizzically, however, he doesn’t ask me to elaborate. “Look nothing odd happened, ok? We’ll continue with whatever you wanna teach me about in a minute. ” I say, even though he hadn’t asked me anything. I quickly go to my make-shift room and change out of the black t-shirt, jeans, and hoodie into a white shirt with a floral print and pajama bottoms. I give myself a once-over in the irror to see brownish-red hair a bit over my shoulders. I decide that I need to cut it because my hair was getting a little too long. I walk out of my room to join my lesson taught by Mr. Thompson, who lets me call him Tom, on demons, angels, and anything that isn’t natural. He’s been teaching me for the past two months that I have been living with him.
If you’re wondering why I didn’t tell Tom about the dude in the black cape thing or even exactly what happened at Lou’s diner, it’s because I don’t want to worry him. It just feels wrong you know, like he has to take care of me, and I feel like such a burden to him. Finally! I thought you were gonna take forever! Anyways, today | want to have a small debate with you on the Night’s Quest,” he said as I walked in, smiling at me, knowing that I’ve been waiting for this for almost forever. “Ok. I have some questions, first. Tell me why the Night’s Quest is looking for me? And who the heck their leader is? And also why spirit demons have actual flesh like flesh demons? ” I ask, questions shooting out of me like a gun shooting out bullets. “Woah there, gosh you can talk fast if you wanted to. To answer your first question, YOU ALREADY KNOW!
It’s because you killed a demon with your bare hands despite being a regular human, second, legends believe that the spirit demons were humans that were so evil during their time that they didn’t get the chance of having flesh. Whereas, flesh demons are humans who have still yet to be corrupted by the dark evils of Hell. Although, flesh demons can also be the children of other flesh demons. ” He responded the mood turned from ecstatic to darkish and mysterious.
Now, that was a surprise, I never knew flesh demons could be born that way, or be off-springs of other flesh demons. Well,” I said. “That was nice knowing. I’m gonna go out for a while, I’ll back by midnight. Don’t you dare worry about be Tom! ” I warned him. He gave me an amused expression and said: “Ok, take care of yourself and keep your hood up! ” He said as I walked back into my room. I put on the same clothes I had on before and went out the door. The sky was slowly turning into a navy blue. As I was walking I realized that Tom never answered or ever told me who the Night’s quest leader was, and how I was able to kill a spirit demon by touching its body’s host.
