Demon Flash Fiction Scene

Once again, this week I’m doing some short, unedited, conversational flash fiction scene. Hope you enjoy.

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unedited, conversational flash fiction

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Doris watched as her daughter walked into the flames of hell. Her hand had not left her chest since the day her daughter told her she was going to learn from her grandfather, the destroying angel, Abaddon. Doris had left that aspect behind her the day she met Jeff. She’d not looked back since that day. She had known the moment she saw Jeff sipping a cup of coffee under the light green umbella that he was the one for her. A year after that she gave birth to Cami and Jeff demanded that his daughter not be involved in the demon world until she graduated and could gain an understanding of what it meant for her life. Doris had hoped that Cami never decided to learn that aspect of her life, but Abaddon had made sure his daughter viewed the demon world as magical, fun, full of loyal friends awaiting her. Doris wished that had been true, but she had grew up there. She knew that most demons were unkind, down right deadly, to half human, half demons. Didn’t matter to those that a demon was daughter to Abaddon. Nope, they would only view her as an abadomination to the demon world.

“Will she come back to us?” Jeff took her hand squeezing. “She will be fine.”

“How can you ask such a question then tell me she will be fine?”

“Positive thinking.”

Doris chuckled. “Only you could drive away my cloudy mood.”

“That’s my job.”

Doris sighed and turned away as the firey gate consumed her daughter and her white wings. “That’s what we need. Positivity. Trust.”

“Trust?”

“Yes. Father promised to protect her.”

“Thought demons didn’t care who her granddad was?”

“Some won’t.”

“How will he keep her away from those?”

“Not sure.” Doris squeezed his hand and turned them towards the back porch. “All we can do is hope and trust in my father.”