The beeping of a heart rate monitor told me that I wasn't dead. I could move so that was good. I got out of the bed and took off all the medical shit except the IV, I do need something to help me stand. Out in the hall was a bunch of ninja looking guys.
"Um…."
"This way sir" one of them said
I saw no reason to attack so I listened. On the walk I looked at my body and saw there was no burns...maybe something to do with me being the son of a maiden, I know my large Aura is because of that.
Inside the room I was led to was only a leather hooded jacket with a quiver on the back, a bow, and a note.
I opened the note and read it "Hey bro, it's me Amb. If you're reading this you must have a lot of questions. This organization is called Demon, I made it to protect you. You would only find out about them if I died so I left my weapons for you. Even if I died they would only approach you if something big was going to happen, a big war thing probably. It won't be won by the bringer of light, it's won by the devil.
Be safe, Amber Ambrosine"
She's right. No more being a crybaby, time to be a demon but to do that I have to die. I took off the IV, put on the outfit my sister left me, and went to die.
The wind blew against me as I watched it happen, my 'funeral'. I fell to the ground in pain and cried a few times, not because of me but because I saw Yang cry and watched as Ruby held her. I feel like an asshole for not letting Yang know I'm alive but I have a few things that me and my Demons need to take care of, I refuse to make Yang go through losing me twice. One day I hope I can hold her again, I truly love her so there is one thing I must do.
I ordered a Demon to give my necklace to Yang while disguised as a funeral worker along with a will I wrote. Yang gets my apartment and my bank account which has unlimited money in it. I watched while the package was given to Yang and I wanted to cry but now is not time for a crybaby. I will become a demon after all, Lucifer is the name of the devil.