Demon Flash Fiction

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It was time. Second milestone in his life. First trip to the Earth Realm, where he would find his other half. The one who owned his soul. Would save his soul. He, or she, would have been born twenty-one years ago. The perfect age for them both to settle down.

“You ready?”

More than, but he knew better than to tell his father that. Not only was his father the ruler of their little demon den, but he was the next in line to take over for Satan when he decided to take a backseat to the running of Hell. Oh, the man would never quit being the Top Dog of the down under, but he had three sons that would begin to take on some of his duties. That was the entire reason that his dad despised him. He was the son that wasn’t supposed to be born. He was an accident with a human. Humans rarely carried a demon child to full term, but his mother had. She’d been so freaked when his father enlightened her to his true side that she shoved her son into his father’s arms and told him to take and raise him. His father had, but had never found it in himself to show him much love. Oh, he taught him the way of life for all demons, but made sure that his son knew he would never be given a share of the ruling responsibility if he found a human mate. No way around such, since he was half human. Halfling, could only find a mate among the human world, which was why he found himself standing in front of the entrance to Earth Realm.

“Remember you won’t find him, or her, on the first day. Just don’t give up. Keep moving around the city until you’ve met all those your age. Then and only then move onto the next area. We clear?”

“Yes, father.”

“Don’t bring them back here. You time among the Hell Realm is done and over with. This is the day you’ve waited for.”

It was, just not for the reason his father had. His father saw it as a way to be rid of the blemish among his life, but that wasn’t the case in his eyes. Far as he was concerned, it was time for him to move forward in his life. Start the part that allowed him to explore the other side of him while he located the owner of his soul.

“Then . . .” His father rested his hand against a shivering section of the air in front of him, “step through and good luck.”

He squared his shoulder and did as his father directed, looking back until the shimmering section faded to solid air.