'Cause girls like you
Run around with guys like me
'Til sundown, when I come through
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
-Girls Like You; from Maroon 5 [feat. Cardi B]
Remi always hated when the curtains were drawn. It kept all the sunlight out, it kept her from observing the outside. And she loved observing the outside. It always kept her interest, seeing all the little things. Remi loved looking at the trees and bushes; she loved watching cars come and go; she loved seeing the people. There was always something that kept her interest. It wasn't very hard, though. At only five, Remi was extremely curious; and it was seen as both an endearing and problematic trait. Her curiosity was what helped her learn, but it could also get her into a world of trouble.
So when Remi decided she was going to draw her bedroom curtains back, that immediately put her in danger. But she didn't know that; she didn't believe she was in any sort of danger. In Remi's mind, everything was just fine. Sure, she lived in seclusion and moved around a lot, but she didn't see it as weird. That was her life, and there really wasn't much she could do to change it.
But when those curtains opened, and the sunlight pooled in, there was a level of excitement that exploded in Remi's body. She could see the outside! She could see the trees and bushes, she could see the people and the cars — she could see what fascinated her for so long.
And that's when her bedroom door opened. Almost violently, too.
"Remi, what did I tell you about opening your curtains?" The voice was feminine, but held a sharpness to it. The kind of sharpness that made the five year old jump from where she stood. A bubble of fear filled Remi's stomach, causing her to quickly step away from the window. Her small hand dropped to her side, causing the curtain to close. The five year old was almost scared to turn around, not wanting to see the look on her caregiver's face. Would the expression be one of annoyance or anger? Would it be more frustrated than anything? Remi couldn't say for sure, all she knew was that she was scared to look. "Do you understand what could happen if anyone saw you?" the voice asked.
"Yes, ma'am," Remi murmured, her voice soft and timid.
"What would happen, Remi?"
"I'd get in trouble."
"Not just you. I'd get in serious trouble, as well." There was some bitterness that seeped into the voice, showing a definite sign of anger. "There's a reason I keep us hidden, Remi. It's for our own safety."
"I promise not to do it again."
"You keep saying that, but you'll go and do it over and over and over again."
"I'm really sorry, ma'am."
There was a long silence that fell between the two. Remi liked to think that maybe she was off the hook, but she knew it was unlikely. Her caregiver was one to hold grudges, to never let things go without retaliation. The chances of the five year old getting punished were high with each little mistake. Whether it was looking out the window or misinterpreting simple instructions, Remi would always get some form of punishment. It was a rather simple, yet barbaric, structure. It had to be put into place rather quickly, or else everything would be thrown into chaos.
"Come with me, Remi. I've something to show you."
Feeling her chest constrict, the five year old turned around, her eyes seemingly glued to the ground. She couldn't bring herself to look at her caregiver. Remi was frightened to see what would happen.
"Look at me."
With a soft whimper, Remi's eyes slowly came up, looking at her caregiver anxiously. Black eyes. It was a rather common sight, but it still caused the five year old a great sense of fear. She didn't like seeing the black eyes; it made her feel as though she were looking into nothingness. Remi understood, after years of learning and understanding her culture, that black eyes typically meant demon. But there were also different kinds of demons, so different types of eye color changes. Either way, Remi found it to be anything but pleasant.
"You've really started to piss me off, Remi." Taking a step forward, the young girl's caregiver glowered down at her. "Your father may let you get away with certain things, but under my supervision, you're no different than any other cambion I've come across."
"Is there a problem here?"
Another voice, one Remi recognized all too well. Well, it wasn't the same voice every time, but she was able to tell who it was by the general tone. The almost sarcastic, antagonistic lilt to it, how it brought shivers up Remi's spine. It could only mean one thing. . .
In an instant, Remi's caregiver whirled around, looking at the figure behind her in fear. Without a second thought, the demon-possessed woman bowed, her body trembling slightly.
"There's no problem, sir."
"Remi, is there a problem here?"
His eyes were probably more terrifying than the caregiver's. They seemed to pierce right through Remi, looking at every little bit of her while looking right through her. It was a feeling she never wanted to feel again.
"I. . .uhm. . ." Remi's eyes flickered between her caregiver and him. She wanted to tell the truth, but she also had no idea what the consequences would be. Would she get in trouble for reporting any misconduct? Would her caregiver get in trouble? It was all really overwhelming.
"I see." His response was quiet, almost thoughtful. Nothing like his usual tone. "Well, looks like I've got a bit of work on my hands."
Remi's eyes widened a bit, her heart hammering painfully in her chest. The last thing she wanted to do was cause problems, but it seemed as though it was already too late. It was the inability to answer such a simple question was going to result in something happening, she just didn't know what. That was probably what scared Remi the most, the unpredictability of it all. While demons all came from the same place, they were all so different. They had their own hierarchy, and it all depended on the color of their eyes. That was how Remi saw it, at least. Her five year old mind determined that little fact to be true.
Raising his hand, he aimed it at the caregiver. A smirk came along his face as her body stiffened and she struggled to breathe.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be right back." The man smiled at Remi, his abnormally colored eyes glittering almost maniacally. In an instant, he and the caregiver were gone.
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Remi had spent a good portion of her life studying and observing demons. In the supernatural world, such entities were considered rare. They hardly ever came to the human world if necessary; or if they did, it wasn't very often. In Remi's case, the demons she encountered in her life were, more or less, powerful in their own right. They had their own responsibilities to her, and she had to be on her best behavior. She had to take into consideration everything they told her, every little bit that they did for her. Being a cambion meant that she was seen in a different light compared to other full-blooded demons; but at the same time, her heritage meant she was also held in high regards.
That seemed to be another thing. Despite Remi's particular background, she had to keep in mind there were some demons who'd still see her as scum. Cambions were seen as abominations by demons, and they'd be outright treated as such. There would also be other creatures who'd see Remi's heritage as anything but natural. Angels, for starters. Maybe even hunters. Either way, half-breeds were held in a negative light. And while Remi was seen as an abomination by nearly everyone around her, she had to take in some important survival techniques. A lot of those techniques came with the abilities she developed over the years, the rest came from what she observed from those around her. Manipulation — whether it be psychological or emotional. Torture if need be — again, it could be psychological or emotional, maybe even physical. The list could go on.
But what was the point of it all? No one seemed to be telling Remi a damned thing. Not one demon either knew what was going on, or wanted to tell what was going on. It didn't make an ounce of sense. And Remi was getting tired of it.
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The job itself was very long and tedious. It required years of careful planning; it took years of patience and delicate precision; it took a lot of willpower. That was the important thing. As long as the patience and willpower was there, then the job could pan out perfectly. Everything was starting to fall into place; thankfully. The pawns had been fed, a few lives had to be ruined, but that's the price to pay for success. Once everything was really in motion, then the end would finally befall the world.
Sadly, though, the game of patience was still going on. The pawns weren't at the right age to start displaying their abilities. They were getting close, but they weren't there yet. Once they were all at the right moment, then they'll be put to the ultimate test.
Until then, all anyone could really do was sit back, wait, and enjoy the show.
(A/N):
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