BECOMING THE DEMON KING

TREVOR’S POV

Everyone is born into this world with the goal of finding happiness, and everyone lives with the aim of finding even greater happiness; that’s what my mom used to tell me when I was little. But ever since my parents and siblings died in a car explosion when I was about 6 years old, all my happiness was taken away from me, and my life has been a complete nightmare ever since.

My name is Trevor Martins; I am 22 years old. I was born and raised in Los Angeles, California, but ever since my parents died, I was taken in by my aunt and uncle, they have both tormented me all my life. My dream in life was to become an architect, but all that died a long time ago because I was not able to get into any college. I work a 9-to-5 job at McDonald’s. I was also not able to make any friends because no one has ever been attracted to me or even wanted to come close to me, mostly because I am poor and unkempt. I think that is all there is to know about me for now.

It was nighttime, the dim blue light coming from the moon illuminated the entire city. I was standing on the rooftop of my apartment building; the building was a long skyscraper that was about twenty stories high. I walked up to the edge of the rooftop and gazed down the building as the cold breeze blew through my hair and clothes. I wanted to commit suicide; my life has been hell these past few weeks, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Killing myself seems like the easiest way for me to finally be free from all my pains, and maybe I will be happy when I am dead.

"It’s time for me to die," I mumbled, stretching my left leg over the edge of the building. I raised my other leg and jumped off the building as I closed my eyes and hoped for death.

But before I could realize what was happening, I stopped falling. I didn’t know if I was dead or if this is what the afterlife feels like, but I was still conscious. I opened my eyes, and as I gazed at what was in front of me, I saw horns, red pointy horns that looked like they were as sharp as the tip of a sword.

I shifted my gaze and looked at what the horns were attached to. I saw a man-like creature that was busy carrying me in his arms, his skin was dark red, his eyes were as red as blood, and he had huge black wings that looked like those of a bat.

From his appearance, he looked like a demon that came right out of a movie. Does this mean that demons exist? And if so, why is he carrying me? Or am I dead and currently in hell?

Suddenly the demon gazed down at me and looked into my eyes.

"Oh, you are awake, I am glad I made it in time," he said in a deep, raspy voice. His voice sent shivers down my spine; I cannot believe that demons exist, and he could also speak English.

"In time? What do you mean?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow. I was confused as to what was going on.

"I caught you before you hit the ground; if not, you would have been dead by now," he answered, still staring at me as he flapped his bat-like wings.

"Are you saying that I am still alive?" I asked in a confused tone. Because I know I jumped, I thought I was already dead. I thought this was hell.

"That’s right, take a look down there," he answered as he took me over to a glass window on the side of a building. It was the apartment building from which I jumped off the rooftop.

I looked at my reflection in the glass window and saw that I was floating in midair, and I didn’t see any sign of the demon carrying me.

"Why is your reflection not showing on the window?" I asked in a low tone.

"That’s because I am a demon, and no human can see me not even the objects in the human world can see me. You are the only one that can see me right now," he answered bluntly. What the hell? He is a demon; which means that demons exist.

"Why did you stop me from ending my life?" I asked in a low tone as I gazed down at the ground of the city. Because I still don’t understand why he saved me from dying.

"No way, I couldn’t let you die, until I have fulfilled my mission," he answered swiftly. What mission is he talking about? And what does that have to do with me? I couldn’t help but wonder. He was still holding me in his arms like a baby, and we were both still floating in the air.

"I am aware you don’t have anything to live for; you lost your entire family when you were only 6 years old, and soon after that, your aunt and uncle took you in and that moment marked the beginning of your life of pain and suffering." He narrated. My eyes opened wide in shock as I stared at him. How did he know about my past and what I had been through? Has he been monitoring my life?

"I know everything about you," he said in a calm tone. And truly, he did know everything about me; it was like he was living inside of me or something.

"But still, there is no hope for me to live anymore; just let me die," I replied in a rumbling tone.

"No, there is hope; that is why I am here. I am a special ranking demon," he said boldly. Suddenly, he flew with speed and took me over to the rooftop of my apartment building, and dropped me on the floor aggressively, my back hit the ground. I quickly stood up, cleaned myself, and looked at him.

I was still in awe at what I was experiencing. I never imagined that demons existed. He was quite tall, and his entire body radiated a bright red light, almost like an aura. For some reason, I am not scared of him; maybe it’s because I don’t believe this is all real.

"Trevor, I am offering you a chance to live with freedom and hope; you can have whatever you want, Love, money, whatever you want," the demon said, staring at me.

"Those are empty promises, and besides, why would I trust a demon?" I inquired in a low tone. I feared asking him that question, but at this point, I don’t even care what happens again.

"Firstly, I just saved your life," he answered.

"Fair enough, tell me, how are you going to give me those things you are talking about, freedom, money, and love? Those things are vague concepts; they are not real." Is it even possible for him to give me any of those things?

He then flew up into the sky and came back to where I was standing.

"Look at my wings, Trevor; these wings can fly faster than a human eye can follow, and they can take you anywhere, that’s freedom," he explained with his gaze fixed on me. What is he busy talking about?

"And then there is the matter of love," he said as he raised his right hand. A red arrow-like structure came out of his hand; just by looking at the arrow, it looked like a red diamond of some sort and was glowing.

"This arrow you see in my hand is called a demon arrow and you can trust me, any man or woman who is struck by this arrow will fall deeply in love with you isn’t that great?" he explained as he hold the red glowing arrow in the air.

"So, choose: either these wings or this arrow encapsulate the hope that I can give you. So, which one?" He inquired as he approached me. I lowered my head from his gaze.

Neither one of those things exists. That means I can’t choose either one of them.

I raised my head and looked at him. "I can’t choose between those two; why don’t you just give me both of them?" I asked in a low tone. If all the things he is talking about are true, I think I should just go along with what he told me.

"Huh?" he muttered.

"Okay, then I will give you everything," he replied with an evil smile across his lips.

"I thought you said I should choose between the both of them?" I asked with my eyes wide open.

"Yes, I only phrased it that way because it is tradition; you will get both," he answered bluntly.

The next thing I know, he raised both his hands and reached for his horns, he removed the red glowing light from the horns and placed it on my head.

"What are the horns supposed to do?" I asked in shock as I looked at the horns on my head.

"The wings sprout from the left horn while the arrow sprouts from the right horn," he answered.

"One more thing, those horns can’t be removed," he added.

I started wondering if these horns are going to be stuck on my head, what would everyone think if they see it? I can’t walk around carrying these horns on my head.

"Can you take these horns off my head, I can’t wear these things around people, I will look crazy," I complained as I folded my hands together and begged him.

"You don’t have to worry, nobody can see those horns on your head, except other people with demons," he replied in a calm tone.

"What? Other people with demons? So, there are more of you around? How many?" I asked, raising a curious eyebrow.

"Oh, a few, just until the new devil king has been chosen," he answered.

"Devil king?"

"Yes, the great Devil king Lucifer is about to retire and wants to choose his new successor, but we will talk about that later," Wait is he saying that Lucifer also exists? And he wants to choose a new ruler? Multiple thoughts ran through my head.

"Why don’t we give your new horns a test?" He asked as he flapped his wings and flew over to my back and stood in the air just above my head.

"Hold on, I still don’t understand any of these conc….." He cut me off.

"Learning how to fly is not that hard," he said with a smile across his lips.

"How do I go about using them?" I still can’t believe that all these supernatural beings exist.

"Just visualize the wings coming out of your back, that’s all" he answered.

"OK," I muttered. I closed my eyes and visualized the wings coming out, before I knew it, black bat-like wings sprouted out of my back and I could feel the weight of the wings on my back. I turned my head and looked at the wings.

"Wow!" I screamed. I never imagined the wings would come out.

"Yeah, nobody would be able to see them, and they can’t bump into anything," He assured.

"Now try flying with them," he said with a weird smile. I think the conception people have about demons is wrong, because the world made us believe that they are terrible creatures, but this demon sure smile a lot.

"It’s easier said than done, I don’t think I can fly with the wings," I replied. What the heck am I supposed to do? I lowered my gaze, suddenly the wings started flapping and before I knew it I was floating in the air.