Demon

Chapter 1

The intence heat woke me up. It was early in the morning, but of course i couldn't see it on the suns position on the sky. No. I could see it on the round clock, that hung on the black wall in my room.

Black. Everything had that colour. My bed, the walls... Okay, the floor was red, and my table and chair was oakbrown. But still. Dark colours. Not everyone gave it a thought. I guess its just the condition of living in Hell.

Every morning five o'clock on the dot, the temperature rose, to get the demons out of their beds quickly. Very effective.

I got out of my bed before i fainted because of the heat, and put on some clothes. Black. Of course.

Why didn't we have any blue clothes? Blue is a great colour. A cold colour, but still.

I'm so lucky nobody can hear my thoughts. I would be doomed. Literally, but I'm already in Hell. What more can they do?

I let out a sigh.

"Okay, okay, I'm out of bed! Would you please turn down the heat?!" I'm sure that they heard me. They always does.

A few seconds later the temperature stopped raising, and within a few minutes i could finally open the dore without burning my hands on the grip.

I walked down the black halls, on my way to the gatheringroom for fourth division of demons at my age.

"Jes! Over here!" An overexcited voice reached me from ahead. The voice belonged to my best friend, Ray Peters. If I didn't belong here, he definitely didn't. He was optimistic, excited and happy all the time. Quite angellike. They would've killed me if they heard that. We're supposed to hate angels. But i can't really see what there is to hate.

He flew the rest of the way, till he stood right in front of me. He had reached the two meters. Hopefully he wouldn't get any taller. Hopefully.

"Hey, what's up, Ray?" I said. His pitchblack eyes looked down at me, and he flashed his perfect, straght teeth as he smiled.

"Think you'll get a quest tonight?" He asked with a glimpse of nervousness in his voice. I couldn't blame him. Once you had a quest you had to finish it. Even if you didn't want to. You wouldn't get to choose.

Our division was mostly send out to harvest young souls. Teenagers.

"I don't know." I said. "I haven't had a quest in two months."

"I thought so. I just got back from mine yesterday." He said. "He struggled at first. They always do. But I got him at last."

Loud voices sounded from the great hall, and we hurried inside before the selection started.

A demon from first division stood on a table, so everyone could see him, and said out loud the names of the demons who got a quest, and the names of the humans to harvest.

"Aiva Hallid, Jeanette Davies. Ceana Wesly, Harry Jason." He kept reading the names, and then, not surpricingly, he said mine. "Jes Williams, Fallas Knight."