I dont remember how it all started. The earliest thing I remember is her...
I've asked her several times about my past but she knows almost as little about me as I do. She did, however, tell me how I came to be in her care. She was burning my village to the ground, yet I'm still unsure as to why. She was doing a routine check for survivors and killing them on the spot when she found me on the outskirts of the village covered in ash and blood, most of which was mine. She said that for some odd reason she couldn't kill me, instead she decided to take home with her. If I survived I would be free to go, and if I didnt I would become food for her hounds, a pair of demon Dobermans.
My earliest memory to date is waking up and seeing her watching me. Learning all of this was a bit of a shock at first, but then I decided since I dont remember it anyways then its no big deal. Its been three years since then. I'm not sure what my actual age is but I'm guessing its somwhere between 16 and 19. I am of course a human, and I have been living with her since that day. She is a demon. I'm not really sure what kind, but then, I've never really asked. It never seemed too important. She's been teaching me, training me you could say. Fully outfitted I can outperform any other human alive, and even though I'm easily a match for lower class demons, I'm still no match for her.
I awoke one morning to the sun beating on my face. I rolled over and thought about staying in bed. I sighed and got out of bed. I ambled my way over to the chest at the foot of my bed and dug some clean clothes out. I slipped them on then picked up my boots from beside the chest. I sat down and started lacing them up. As i did so the soft padding of bare feet as light as a feather floated to my ears from the other side of my closed door. I looked up as the handle turned just in time to see her walk in.