The demon's apprentice.
Prologue.
The tiny cell was cold, the rocky walls were bare, there was no window and there was no furniture either. One wall was entirely taken up by a thick metal cell door, across from it sat a small naked child. The boy was curled up into himself and shivering, his big eyes were frantically searching for an escape from under his shoulder length midnight black hair, however they found none.
His skin rose up into Goosebumps as the heavy clanking of another door such as this one could be heard from the hallway, complete with the screams and pleas of the subject that was violently being dragged out. When the heavy boots of his keepers and the struggling form they were effortlessly tugging along had passed the boy let out a breath he'd been holding, secretly grateful that it wasn't his turn yet. Above him he could hear cheers and hoots from the bidders; this must have been quite a wanted toy.
And that was what he was as well, a toy, or he was going to be one at least. Even at his young age he could have expected this fate, his father ran a small bakery and, as a human, held no power in this world of demons. And now he was here, waiting to be auctioned off to some filthy pedophile upper-class demon and be used as his fucktoy until he grew bored with him and killed him. In the few days he'd been there his keepers had educated him thoroughly in all the subjects his dear mother had deemed him too young to even start thinking about. Luckily they'd left him with his virginity, since he'd bring in more money that way.
A bell rung 3 times, indicating that the toy had been sold, and inaudible voices over the speakers were announcing the next subject. He breathed shakily and tried to make himself a small and invisible as possible. To no avail. The iron door opened and one giant man, clad in only a leather loincloth beckoned him to come out. His head was shaven and his face covered with an emotionless white mask. It was the businesses standard keepers' attire.
Meekly he stood, not wanting to shame the little trust they had in him by fighting the inevitable. He might be a mere human, but he wasn't as stupid as the rest. The keeper pushed him ahead gently, no matter the heartless demon he was, he'd come to have a soft spot for the eerily pure boy.
As they climbed the stairs the boy could feel himself growing even colder with fear, now, more than ever, he wished he was at home hiding in his mother's bosom.
But then the giant mahogany doors opened to the showroom and the noise from the crowd's elated cheers along with the loud voice from the speakers drained all his thoughts.
