Prologue:

Hi my name is Luciami, (Lusee-aumi) and I'm ... well let's just say that I'm different from all the other kids at my school. I was born with unique powers such, as ki manipulation, and levitation. I'd learn magic, but after what I've seen and heard, I don't want to. No, I don't mean magic like what You'd see at a carnival's magic show. Those illusions that are done with smoke, mirrors, flexibility, and a quick hand. I mean real magic. Such as summoning the dead, or evil spirits, and various chants that are not to be performed by the ignorant nerd who knows nothing of such things. The occultist magic of course. Or sorcery as many seem to call it. Although people who can tell what I am think I do, and occult members say I should. "It's in you're blood, you are a soldier of our great leader after all." While others shun me and call me names like Devil Girl, or Princess Of The Damned. They're the religious nuts. You know the type. Yes everyone, I am by blood and appearance a demon. Since you are unable to see me, I'll make you aware of my physical traits. I have red hair, dark crimson eyes, black finger nails, and two black horns on the top of my head. I hide my horns by wearing a hat, or combing my hair over them. Oh, and before I forget to tell you, my nails are legitimately black. they're not painted like what you may see with the young, goth dressed mortals.

Anyway this is my story. You're about to enter into a world of an abnormal teenager trying to live a normal life while under going a life changing adventure. So please sit back, and listen, as I tell you my story of love, despair, and devastation, while setting out on a quest of great importance.

CHAPTER ONE: MISHAP

It's my first day in high school, and I'm prepared for the usual questioning of my way of dressing. Why I always wear a hat, and why I always wear sunglasses, even if the sun's not out. Normally in order to get the other kids to leave me alone, I'd say that I'm blind, and bald. I'm starting to suspect that my peers are starting to think otherwise. Oh I almost forgot to mention that my "parents" are human. They found me in the woods, while they were hiking on one of their camping trips. I was in a wooden woven basket in a black cotton blanket. There was no note attached, only a tag with my name on it. So being the kind hearted people that my "parents" are, they took me in, and raised me. They took note of the horns growing on my head, and tried to remove them, but sadly demon horns can't be cut but scissors, knifes, or saws. So they decided to hide my present demonic features so priests won't try to kill me with a cross, healing ointment, or holy water. That's why I like going to school, because mortal youths are ignorant about angels, demons, Heaven, and Hell. So even if I were to forget my hat and sunglasses, they'd say stuff like: Do you wear contact lenses? Or, " I didn't know you dyed your hair." (That statement was thrown at me when I was in eighth grade.) Geeks who play Dungeon & Dragons, Ever quest, obsess over Harry Potter, or Lord Of The Rings still don't understand what I'm ''supposed'' to be. That happened when I was thirteen, as I stumbled across a meeting of individuals dressed, as wizards witches, and elves. Despite how fun it was entertaining them with my abilities, and learning more about they're fascination with these tales of sorcery, and adventure, I grew vexed after telling them over and over that I was a real demon. Well here is my first step into a new world, so wish me luck.

I walked into Gilder High and took note of my surroundings. The lockers, rooms, and people. Though I don't get it, High school looks no different from junior high. I went on my way to my first class, and heard a voice. " Hello." I looked to my left, and see a brown haired woman in a white shirt, and black dress. "Welcome to Gilder High School. Are you here for registration?" She asked me. I nodded before I followed her to a desk, signed a form, took a name tag, and headed to my advisory period. From there I met my advisory teacher, Mister Hickey. "Hello young lady, what's your name?" He asked with a smile. "Luciami." I replied nervously, before I headed to the back of the class, attempting to isolate myself from the other teenagers. "Hello class, my name is Mister Hickey, and I'm your advisory teacher. In advisory we'll do some activities that concern the school. Other times we'll do fun stuff like crosswords, and riddles." He explained. After an explanation of the time, and day we'll have advisory, Mister Hickey passed out a paper that needed information about each individual student. Our likes, dislikes, hobbies, date of birth, address, phone number, parent's names, their work numbers. So I filled out the form, and finished right when the bell rang. I then got up from my desk, walked to my first period, and met my teacher Miss Smith. "Hello class, I'm Miss Smith, and I'll be your geography teacher. In this class you'll learn about land masses and their history, various cultures, and history of some important people." She explained.

I should let you know why I don't socialize with the surrounding populous. Well the fact that I'm a demon probably restricts me from being invited to birthday parties, especially to the parties of those who are christian. You see when I was six, I was invited to the birthday party of a boy named Ken. He was a christian of course, and we had fun until, my powers started to "act up" again. When his parents saw that I could create fire, they called me evil and "A Devil Child," and forbid Ken from seeing or playing with me under the fear that I would taint him with my evil.

So anyway I met all of my other six teachers: Mister Jones, Mister Key, Miss Wittlson, Miss Johnson, Mister Black, and Mister Ahmaud. So my daily schedule for school is : Geography, Reading, Algebra, Spanish, "A lunch" Home education, English, and Biology. The next day, as I was heading to fourth period, I felt some pain in my side that felt like a spike was being driven into me. So I rushed to the bathroom, for I knew what this pain was. I was holding back a aura flux. Since I don't have full control over my powers, there are certain points in time when I have to release large amounts of excess aura. So once I reached the restroom, I had a quick change of mind, rushed toward the school's entrance, and darted out the door. Once I was outside and away from the school, I released the uncontrollable aura, and headed back to class. "You're late." Miss Johnson said, as she looked at me. "I had to go to the restroom." I replied. I was hoping she'd buy it, since it was the first day of school, and the freshmen weren't quite clear on the school's rules. And thus I continued to remain isolated, until a boy dressed in all black, wore black mascara, and fingernail polish sat next to me. "I know what you are." He whispered. "I know why you hide yourself from them. You're afraid they'll hate you, fear you. Because they don't understand you. But what you don't realize is that you're superior to them. You're demonic powers will allow you to rule over them." The boy whispered. "How do you know what I am?" I asked, as I turned my attention to him ."I saw you, when you unleashed your power. What you didn't notice is that for about a minute the sky turned crimson red. When I saw, that I knew a creature of vengeance had come to rid this world of all the foolish humans who plague it. That creature is you. You were sent by Lucifer to open the gate to Hell and plunge this world into darkness!" He exclaimed, as he grinned, and took hold of my arms. I couldn't stand his prattling about me being an entity of vengeance. So in my anguish, and annoyance, my aura grew, and suddenly burst, setting his jacket ablaze in crimson flames. His shrieks caused the rest of the class to turn, and watch in horror, as the boy in black was being burned alive. A minute later everyone screamed, and ran out of the class room. Five minutes after the fire alarm went off, and the entire building was evacuated, the boy laid on the ground and asked me a question: "Do you see now? How scared they are of you? You are destined to destroy them all, it's written all over your face." The boy said before he vanished.

That night I stayed awake lying in my bed, thinking about the boy I murdered by accident. What he told me, and if he was really human. When I fell asleep, I found myself in a ruined city crawling with what appeared to be angels of death. They seemed to be looking for survivors, because when they turned and noticed me, they darted toward me with their blood thirsty scythes raised. I braced for contact, when a man intervened, and slashed them all in half with one swipe of his sword. He turned to face me and held out his hand. He had crimson eyes, a red jacket, white hair, and a sword over his back. "Are you alright?" He asked, as he held out his left hand. I nodded, as I took hold of his hand, and he helped me up. Suddenly a zombie that appeared to be made of sand leaped out from above, ready to attack my rescuer. "Look out!" I cried, he pulled out a sawed off shotgun concealed in his back side, aimed it in the zombie's mouth, and pulled the trigger. "Now that that's done," He said, as hoisted me onto his back. "I can get you out of this crazy town." He chuckled. "Who are you?" I asked . "A demon, or couldn't you tell?" He replied with a chuckle. "And by your looks and aura, I'd say you're a demon too." He said with a smile.

"You're a demon?!" I asked in surprise. "Well, half. My mother was an angel, and my father was a demon." The man replied, as he dashed forward. I leaned my head against his back, and closed my eyes. Is it possible? Can an angel and a demon really fall in love? I began to wonder. Because for most of my life, I was taught that angels, malachs,( otherwise known as arch angels) especially were trained to kill demons. Although I was also taught that Lucifer was a Malach, along with Michel, and Gabriel, but Lucifer fell, when he rebelled against God. Thus is why demons are also called fallen angels. So maybe it possible for a demon, and an angel to fall in love. "Hey, you asleep back there?" The man asked me, which caused me to open my eyes. "No I was just thinking." I replied. "Oh, okay. Say you wouldn't happen to know anything about any demon keys would you?" He asked, as I shook my head in response. "You don't, huh? Well a couple of occult lackeys are looking for something called the Demon Key that will open a portal to Hell." He explained. "What does this key look like?" I asked him. "Not sure, but I overheard a few priests saying that it's in the form of a demon girl... who was brought... to the human--." He paused, and turned his head to look at me. "Oh shit, kid I've got t'get you away from where you're at!" The man exclaimed, as he dashed forward. "Why?" I asked in concern. "Because those priests have been tracking you, and might've found where you live." He replied, as he started to run, leaped onto a building, and started to run on the wall.

He leaped off the wall and onto the roof of the building, and leaping from roof to roof. "Where are you taking me?" I asked in curiosity. "A church." The man replied with a smile. "What, are you crazy? You can't go there!" I exclaimed. "Don't worry, I'm half angel, remember? Besides there's a portal at this particular church." He explained. "It should take you back to your physical body, and me to my home world." I looked back and saw six death minions rushing after us. "Um, buddy we're being followed." I muttered. Two death minions closed in, and raised their scythes, before they were consumed by a crimson aura. The man then turned around, as he drew two magnums, and started shooting at our pursuers. He turned around, and continued to run as the death minions continued to pursue us. At the very end of the road, I saw a battered church. Once the man landed on the ground, he turned about, channeled his chi into the two magnums, fired, and incinerated the remaining four death minions. He then turned back and carried me into the church. "Where's the portal?" I asked looking around. "Here." The man replied as he raised his right hand with a glowing aura around it. Once his hand was raised up to the level of his face, a portal opened. "Well this is where we part." He said as he let me off his back and started to walk through the portal. "Wait, I never learned what your name was." I said quickly before he walk through the portal. He then turned to face me. "It's Damon." He replied with a smile, then walked through the portal. So after he left I leaped through the portal and began to fall in a void of darkness, landed in a ray of light, and that's when I woke up.