Creating a Monster

Chapter 1: Finding

I don't like humans.

I detest them.

Not as much as I hated my father, though.

He was just a power hungry demon with one too many issue's. The biggest one being his hatred against god. His worst enemy. I didn't really like bringing that up around him. It angered him, and he's already burned down the mansion, five times.

Now, as for humans, I didn't see them as worth anything. Just toys that God, sick bastard, created to play around with when he gets bored. And he calls my dad fucked up. I can't blame them though, it's so fun. Messing with them. Those weak little mortals, not knowing anything, always in the shadows when  it came to the grand scheme of things. Left to do nothing but speculate.

If anything, I just use them as simple pawns. It was fun actually, but only at first. It gets old after a while, especially when my dad controlled pretty much everything.

I sat down, looking out the window of a coffee shop. I took a sip of my coffee, it tasted like burnt rubber.

It was a Monday, and I can feel all the negative energy, it hung thick in the air. It was marvellous.

'I feel like raising a little hell. Maybe... on the next person who walks in through the door.'

I stared at the door, waiting to see who my next victim was.

An old man walked in.

'No, too old.'

A little girl and mother walked in.

'No, the woman's already cheating on her husband, she'll fuck up her own life.'

He waited, growing bored again. Then a girl walked in, a teenager. Oh, yes.

Teenage angst, rebellion, mixed with complex emotions, the transition from child to adulthood, still developing and growing.

Easy to manipulate and control.

She had long dark brown hair, and light blue eyes, with make-up caked onto her face. Her clothing was black and more black. Boots, torn skirt, button down, gloves. It was pretty much what you would expect.

She walked up to the lady at the counter, and ordered coffee. Black, two sugars.

She looked around sixteen. Same age as me.

She walked back out with coffee in hand. I smirked and got up. I threw away my shitty coffee and walked out the door.

I turned, following her down the length of the sidewalk. She stopped, and turned around. I turned myself into a cat, and mewed. She walked over to me, and patted my head. I almost grinned. She was wearing nice black lacy underwear.

She got up and continued walking. I turned back to normal, and followed her. She ended up in front of a house.

It wasn't as impressive as mine, but then again, I am the son of the devil. I get what I want.

Opening the door with her keys, she got into the house. She locked it. Not that it mattered. I didn't need an open door to let me in.

But... I wanted to play this out a little differently.

I walked across her lawn, up the steps and knocked on the door. The sound resonated throughout the house.

A loud "Uuuugh." Answered back.

I could hear her stomp down stairs and up to the door, she yanked it open.

I smiled while she glared.

I snapped my fingers and everything froze. I peered into her eyes and delved into her mind. I placed myself into her memories.

I sit next to her in every class.

We've never talked before, but she knows, well, 'me'. I snapped my fingers and time resumed as normal.

"Who the he-" she paused, realizing who I let her think I was, was.

She softened her glare, only slightly.

She didn't have any make-up caked onto her face anymore. She looked... nice.

She groaned,

"The hell do you want?" She impatiently asked.

I pretended to look apologetic,

"Sorry, um, Emily, is it? I just needed the notes from friday, for Ms. Farhnel's class... it's okay if you don't want-"

She held up her hand, her face saying nothing but 'Shut up and let me get it.'

I smiled, and she turned around and went upstairs, she yelled down from her room,

"Are you just going to stand out there? You can come in."

I walked in and closed her door behind me. I can hear shuffling overhead. I smiled.

'This is too easy.'