This is my new story which is about demons and such…well I hope you guys like it! Leave a review if you do (or if you don’t) whatever!

Chapter 1

‘Daddy, could it be that you would actually do this?’ The beautiful red-haired woman asked herself as she sat comfortably on the black leather sofa which stood in the middle of the light wood floor in the living room of her enormous apartment. She was wrapped up in a dark burgundy velvet blanket as her emerald green eyes stared outside at the snow that was falling heavily from the sky. ‘Would you simply expect for me to be satisfied with money and let you give up your dream to my brother?’

It was true that in his will, Richard Harrisman had left his daughter with twenty million dollars and a twenty five percent share in his company but that was all. The will had been read two weeks ago and upon hearing its verdict, she had stormed angrily out of the room and into the black limousine that was waiting for her.

‘Roland.’ She sneered at the mere thought of her brother’s name. Her father had told her on his death bed that he loved her the most; that his little girl was his little angel and would receive whatever she wanted from him. She had never told him her true desire but she was sure that he knew. No one knew her better then her father. ‘Unless he knew…but he ignored what he knew.’

Upon hearing the will, she wasted no time in moving out of her father’s house and making her first purchase with her inheritance, the two million dollar apartment in which she now resided. The apartment was located on the top floor of the building and therefore had cathedral ceilings and full-pane windows which overlooked the river. She had decorated the place herself and was very proud of her efforts. That had only cost her another 500,000. Her last major purchase had been a silver Lexus.

‘You would leave your empire to ruin?’ she knew that her father couldn’t hear the question but she asked all the same. Nothing, to her, seemed to make sense any longer. ‘You would leave it to your idiot son who would surely bring it to ruin?!’ Her eyes momentarily flashed red with anger; the small amount of demon blood within her taking over suddenly and just as abruptly letting go.

It was bad enough to only posses a small amount of demon blood to begin with but to lose her hold on power in the world…that was unacceptable. ‘There was no way that daddy didn’t know how much Roland hates me.’ It didn’t matter that she possessed money, or even a large share of her father’s corporation, she had no name anymore. With the company under her brother’s control, she possessed nothing. The amount of demon blood that actually flowed through her veins was nothing to write home about. She was as weak as a human because she was practically nothing but one. It had been Roland who had inherited the correct blood, the good blood. Humans were nothing, pathetic, weak creatures. ‘Did you worry about me daddy? Did you worry about what Roland would do if you left your treasure to me?’ she shook her head lightly in disbelief. ‘I would have been fine daddy.’ She told him through her thoughts.

It had been because of her father that she had enjoyed her life prior to his passing. Humans didn’t live the life that she had enjoyed. They didn’t live in luxury with servants to answer their every beck and call as she had. Humans were bought and sold by the demon class that reigned above them. The ones that weren’t slaves didn’t live in the vicinity of demons but in slums that no demon would ever dare set foot in for lack of self-respect. Her mother had been human and had died years ago as humans did from old age. Unfortunately, the blood that she inherited was mostly her mother’s. Yet certain aspects of her demon heritage showed in her. Her actual age was ninety-seven while in human years she appeared to be about twenty-three. Still while the life span of a full demon lasted for thousands of years, hers would surely not be as long lasting.

Tossing the blanket aside, she quietly stood up from the couch and went to stand in front of her fireplace, her face being warmed by the welcoming blaze. The digital clock on the wall read 6:32. Needing to get her mind off of everything, she walked through the room and into the spacious hallway. She stopped in front of the third door to her left and stepped inside. The room was about thirty square feet and held countless racks of shoes and clothing. A full length mirror hung on the wall at the other end. Her eyes focused on the clothing for a long time before she decided upon the correct attire.

Shedding her periwinkle bathrobe, she exchanged it for a tight, red leather tank top and dark brown pants. A dark red coat topped the display and she stared at herself approvingly in the mirror for a few seconds before she clapped her hands and the lights turned off. It seemed odd to her, living alone. A household was always bustling with demons and servants. She had no servants because servants were controlled by power. Humans feared power and she had no power practically being a human herself. On her way out of the apartment, she just barely remembered to grab her identification card on the way out.

She wasn’t particularly worried about being stopped as she didn’t particularly look like a human. Her eyes were too deep and her skin too perfect. Humans didn’t posses the beauty that she had. By looks alone, it seemed as if she was a demon but senses told otherwise. The identification cards that everyone carried around proved their identity. Free humans could not walk where demons walked; only in the areas that were restricted for them. She stepped from her apartment into the elevator directly across and waited patiently for it to reach the bottom floor. She listened for the ring and waited for it to stop; the iron gates letting her free. In honesty, she didn’t like elevators. The chance of them stopping and her being trapped inside always lingered at the back of her mind.

‘How wise is it of you, Catharine?’ she thought to herself. ‘You don’t have daddy’s protection anymore. By the law, you are practically no higher up then a slave.’ Still, for the moment being, she still held an identification card which proved her freedom and her lineage. Nodding to the human doorman as he opened the door to let her out, she stepped outside into the snow; wrapping herself up in her coat to keep out the bitter cold air. She would have taken the bitter cold air to sitting in her house alone any day. ‘I’m not going to hide from him.’

Everything around her was extremely well-lit and the fact that it was actually evening was cleverly concealed. Catharine felt lost in this huge world that had never seemed so intimidating before. The city itself had never thrilled her and now she wished that she had bought a mansion in the country instead. Perhaps she could sell the apartment and move to the country. ‘Maybe I could even get more then I paid.’ She thought to herself and smiled. Her ability for making money was truly uncanny.

Catharine didn’t think about where she was walking, she simply walked. The snow falling didn’t seem to bother her and neither did the cold as she walked along the sidewalk completely lost in thought. She only stopped when she saw where her footsteps had led her to.

Directly across the street was the main building of her father’s company. Most of the lights were still on and she stood staring at it. She couldn’t force herself to move from the spot where she stood. The building itself towered over her; overpowering her. Shrugging her shoulders, she crossed the street and walked through the glass doors which the doorman opened for her. She felt slightly lost in the enormous white marble entrance hall of the huge building. The fact that she had seen it so many times in her life made no difference. This was no longer hers…well that wasn’t completely true. This was twenty-five percent hers but that wasn’t enough. “How may I help you Madame?” Catharine abruptly spun around at the sound of the voice behind her.

A young human girl stood behind her, her eyes lowered demurely. ‘Perfectly trained.’ Catharine mused as her emerald orbs settled on a black collar around the girl’s neck. She had to restrain herself from reaching out to touch it. The girl waited patiently for her reply.

She was about to answer that she needed no help when her eyes landed on a suited figure walking towards them. His eyes were narrowed as he took intimidating strides towards the two women. Out of the corner of her eye, Catharine saw the girl shrink back at his approach. She recognized him instantly and instantly felt the contempt rising within her. His eyes widened when they saw her and he gave the girl a shove away from them as he spoke to her. “Imagine seeing you here, Catharine.” He mused in a voice that wasn’t completely rude but wouldn’t be considered polite either.

“Imagine.” She replied, unimpressed with his ‘macho’ act that she knew he was trying to put on to intimidate her. “Did my brother send you when he sensed that I was here?” she asked casually.

“Your brother?” he echoed then shook his head, smiling darkly. “I’m not sure that he knows of your visit.” She looked straight into his amber colored eyes and she saw the expression that he wore towards her. To him, she just looked like another human girl; just like another one of his pleasure slaves. The demon was Daniel Akaro, one of her brother’s executives.

‘Although if I do say so myself, he’s more like Roland’s lackey.’ Catharine hoped that she hid her disgust well. She couldn’t stand to look at him gloating over the power that he thought he had over her. Perhaps her had power, but not over her. He held nothing over her. “In that case, do you have business with me?” she asked. She knew quite well that he had no business with her and that the only reason that he had strode over was out of the pure surprise of seeing her and, of course, to show her the power he held over the human secretary. “Mr. Akaro.” She added.

“I didn’t…” he replied coolly though his gaze on her made her increasingly uncomfortable and he knew it. She knew the only thing that he could possibly want from her. She saw the lust in his eyes.

‘What a pig!’ she exclaimed to herself

“…then again…” he continued as he took a step towards her only to have her make up the distance by taking a step back; all the while smiling sweetly. He sneered at her open defiance. “…then again business could be made.” He said as he seductively ran a hand down her face which she promptly slapped away.

“I’m not one of your pleasure slaves!” she told him coldly as she turned to walk away but he grabbed her arm and squeezed harshly to keep her in place.

“Oh really?” he sneered, his face unbearably close to hers. He spoke in a low, dangerous whisper. “You think so, don’t you?” he asked seemingly amused. “Know this, Catharine…you are nothing anymore. With your father gone, you are nothing more then a practical human. The only thing that saves you now is that identification card but other then that…you have nothing and are nothing.”

She didn’t reply but tried to free herself from his tightening grasp by jerking her arm free but his grip was too strong. Of course she couldn’t overpower a demon. “Let go.” She said quietly, without emotion.

His grip only tightened. “Who are you to give commands to me?” he sneered. Catharine’s eyes narrowed in anger as she felt the demon blood within her rising.

“I have nothing?” she echoed. “Last time I looked, twenty-five percent of this company was mine and how much was yours…oh wait…none…because you’re just employed here.” She felt his anger rising and she smiled to herself, pleased with her efforts. He clearly wasn’t used to being told off as she watched him struggle to control his anger. Still, they were in a highly public place and she doubted that he would do anything especially since her identification card proved that she was indeed a demon. ‘Then again, maybe he should; then he can be arrested.’ Even if he was arrested, it wouldn’t last for too long. Her brother, being CEO of one of the most powerful corporations in the country would get him let off. The power rested not with the government but with the demons that held power. ‘He can’t do anything to me; not yet anyway.’ The small amount of demon blood within her concealed her thoughts from him. Demons could easily read the thoughts of humans. That was why rebellion was nearly impossible for them. Humans learned not to think; only to obey.

She felt him unwillingly let go of her arm as her words sank in. He knew that everything she said was true and that was a major blow to his ego. Human women aside; he thought all women should be treated the same. Then again, Catharine knew that everything he told her was true as well. For now she had the upper hand but that wouldn’t last long. She was sure that Daniel would tell Roland of her visit. Both Daniel and Catharine turned at the sound of the secretary’s voice. “Good evening, Mr. Iason.” She said politely. The darkly clad figure nodded to her gently and continued walking forwards.

He wore all black and his black trench coat billowed out in back of him. In his hand, he held a slick metallic briefcase. Strands of his light brown hair fell gently over his unusual red eyes. Demons born with red eyes were considered by legend to be the most powerful of the rest. He walked alone; high ranking demons were usually accompanied by servants. His eyes widened slightly in surprise when he saw Catharine and even more so when he saw who she had been talking to. Daniel knew he was lucky that he had walked in after he had already let go of her. “Mr. Iason…” he began, stepping away from Catharine and plastering a fake welcoming smile onto his face which fooled absolutely no one.

Leonardo Iason was one of the most powerful demons in the country; almost solely running the country’s international affairs. The government was a disgrace compared to the power he held. Even Roland’s newfound authority couldn’t even come close. Everyone who saw him within the entrance hall immediately stopped speaking and tried to catch glimpses of him. “Akaro.” He nodded curtly, basically ignoring the other demon and enjoying the anger that Daniel tried so hard to control. Perhaps he could have gotten away with it against Catharine but not against Leonardo. “Miss Harrisman…?” his tone showed his surprise at seeing her there. Holding out his hand he said, “…how lovely to see you.”

“The same towards yourself, Mr. Iason.” She replied in her classy aristocratic voice. Their speaking so formally towards each other was a simple gesture that was expected of high ranking officials in public. “What brings you?” she asked. Still smiling.

Shrugging, he replied “Business, what else?” While the other two didn’t know it, Leonardo Iason had a very good idea of what had gone on between Catharine and Daniel before he had come in. “Indeed, I have come to speak to your brother…” then noticing Daniel’s malevolent stare he turned his attention back to making him even more angry. “…care to accompany me, Miss Harrisman?” He asked, holding out his arm to her which she graciously took.

“Of course.” She replied and leaving Daniel behind, they walked together towards the elevator which a uniformed human opened the iron gates to and they walked inside. As soon as they were alone, neither one could help but to burst out laughing. “Gotta love formalities…huh Leo?” she asked.

He nodded. “What an annoying prick…” Leo muttered to himself then turned his attention back towards Catharine. “And how are you, Catharine?” he asked as his voice turned serious. “After…” he didn’t finish just looked at her expectantly.

“I manage.” She replied. “I bought an apartment and a car…but no more servants.”

“A car?” he asked. “I had no idea that you drove.” He mused.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, feigning hurt the returning her bright smile onto her face. “Leo…” her voice became low. “…you know that I’m…well you know about me.” She said cautiously. She and Leonardo had met at one of her father’s business gatherings nearly fifty years ago. He was a lot older then her but only in years. A demon didn’t age as a human aged. Demons grew into their prime and remained that way for the greater part of their lives. They eventually aged and died away but as soon as the graying process began, a demon didn’t have long to live anymore.

“Does that worry you, Catharine?”

She shrugged. “I…I don’t really know.” She finally answered. “I know that Roland and Mr. Akaro hate me…but I don’t know what they would do.” She looked up at him for a moment. “Should it worry me?” she asked.

“Nothing ever worries you or never had worried you in the past.” Leo told her. “Twenty-five percent of this is yours, am I correct?”

She nodded her head slowly. That was her safety device. The elevator came to a stop at the correct floor and both of them walked out as the gate opened. The office at the end of the call was the office of the CEO. His name was clearly stamped on the door: Roland Harrisman. ‘It should be your name, my dear.’ Leo thought as he took a sideways glance towards Catherine. Judging by her expression, he figured that she shared his opinion. ‘Don’t be worried dearest, he can do nothing to you and I will make sure of that.’