authors note: Woo Hoo
Smiling was a useful tool, it helped form trustful bonds with people you'd just met. Smiles were often appreciated, even if they were fake. I used this power over humans often, it helped me forget that I was a demon sometimes. In fact sometimes I looked into a mirror and instead of seeing the four eyed demon my father wanted me to be, I saw a skinny little girl in a blue cloak, one with long violet hair and sharp eyes that were made to glare. Humans, of course, were new to me still. Such ignorant creatures, blissful and stupid but I absolutely adored them. Their blatant ignorance was adorable, as most of them refused to believe in these 'demons' and 'heroes'. That wasn't normal to them, but of course it was my life. One of the most fascinating things I'd seen on this Earth, however, had to be the Circus. These people were abnormal, and they made a living off of it. Maybe that's what I could do, I was already a freak. Maybe I could be a circus freak as well. It was a suitable enough job for me, and I could use my powers to awe the spectators.
I especially loved these amazing acrobats, their names: The Flying Grasons. They were agile and graceful and they streaked through the air without care like birds. I admired it to the highest extent. I also may have had the slightest adoration to their son, Richard. Couldn't help my little feelings that came out now that I was 'banished' to Earth, these humans and their silly emotions would be the death of me. So today, I watched my muses with the most idolatry my little heart could muster, and everything went perfectly, until they fell of course.
Their face's looked so broken and panicked as they fell from their son's tiny hands, and slowly fell to their dooms. I could only watch, horrified and riven. I had bit my pale lip so hard I drew the slightest bit of crimson, as I watched my idles fall to their untimely demise. I felt tears, cold and metallic, numbing my face ever so effectively. The tears hurt, but the echoing pain in my heart hurt worse.
I looked toward their son, who was staring ever so frightened at the air where his parents had fallen. It looked as though he hadn't blinked in hours, and I watched as tears streamed down his face. He was screaming and yelping for his parents, calls they could no longer answer. He reached his hand down as if he could still catch them, and I just watch. I felt tortured by the will to help, maybe I could heal his parents...but then I would expose myself...and I would die. I could comfort Richard, but the boy hardly knew me. I was just a face in the crowd.
So instead, I ran out of the tent. I just ran, as fast as I could. Away, wherever I could get away from that place. Tears stung me like darts, but I ignored them. As soon as I got as far away as I could, I stared at the ground and just screamed bloody murder. Screams that no one heard or cared about. Then I fell to my knees and allowed myself to pass out. Why would I need to stay awake right now?
ending note: AHEM. THIS TOOK FOREVER. I had to rewrite this about 5 billion times.
Next one-shot'll come soon!