Prologue
Having lived much longer than the average being, and knowing I'll live much longer, there are steps I must take to ensure my survival. Concealing my age is one; the more time I spend on this Earth, the more power I gain. Power-hungry creatures would be after me if they had an inkling that I am stronger than most.
Another step is minimizing my emotions. Demons usually shed their humanity early in their lifetime, but I have decided to keep mine; it is both my strength and my weakness. But I have to keep my sentiments suppressed, for if they get out of control, I may lose my composure and my reputation as a calm and collected demon.
I have not had many friends in my time. Humans reject me, unless I hide my true self, and I prefer not to do so. Demons don't join together unless it means getting power, and even then they end up stabbing one another in the back. Because I've kept my humanity, I need companionship to feel whole. And because of this, I don't fit in with my kind. There may have been three demons I have considered friends. One of which I almost…loved. But I prefer not to think about it.
I've lost all of them, and now I have no one.
This is a very short prologue I've written to introduce the story, in a way. I've never written a fanfiction, so this is kind of an experiment. I hope you enjoy it as I let the story unfold! :)
~Ariessya
