Demon's Hide

The Carnival: Seraphimo the Knife Thrower

Female Reader x Male Monster

My father wanted me to attend human school while my mother wanted me to run with wolves and figure out mushrooms and berries for myself. They made a compromise, during the school year, I attended regular human school. Then during the summer, I would venture out into the wild and spend time with my relatives there. It wasn't until I got a little older, my father had to reconsider the idea of mortal school for me. My magic was developing, and I had already begun to master a control over it. As such, I was never blamed for any of the 'foul luck' that tormented my tormentors. Aside from me being the 'really weird chick' they couldn't blame me for anything that happened to them.

I was never bothered by the so called bullies and mean girls around me. I knew I had the real power when it came to their supposed scare tactics and cruelty. If anything, I pitied the poor saps. One girl had no self esteem, so she took it out on others. One boy had an abusive family, so he picked on others to deal with the stress at home. If anything, the people in their lives deserved the punishing, not I. That was why I beset the bullies' families with demons that tormented them anytime they abused their children. I also cursed the popular girl's mirror with a spirit that helped her realize where her self esteem needed to lie.

I could use my powers the way my mother and her kind have for centuries, but instead, I used it the way my father taught me to. I combined their methods, of course. It's always fun to conjure demons to torment assholes, after all. But in the long run, I enjoyed helping people.

After school, I roamed around for a bit. I didn't feel like continuing my education with college would be a productive means for me or my parents' money. Instead, I invested what money they had set aside for me, and I traveled the worlds of my mother's kin. I learned more there than I ever did in the real world. I would hate to mock math, considering that is my father's profession, but it bores me to tears.

Anyways, in my wanderings, I come across a peculiar and lively carnival. To humans, there is nothing strange about it, well, except for the fact it is a carnival. But with my eyes, I can see everyone who works here is wearing a glamour. There are all sorts of fae and monsters running the show, performing and mingling with humans where they don't even have a clue. The boogieman could be handing them their cotton candy, and the poor humans would be none the wiser.

I decide to watch one of the shows, some sort of dangerous dagger act. It sounds cute, anyways. I sit in the audience, watching as a group of fae perform a dance act before a spinning target is wheeled out onto the stage. Several other target boards are brought out to the stage as well. As the music quiets and everything goes still, the silent crowd begins to murmur. The longer we wait, the louder the murmuring gets.

All of a sudden, a dagger hits one of the smallest targets dead in the center. It had flown from behind the audience and caused everyone to go dead quiet again. I'm smirking at the drama of it while the crowd all turns to see the man standing at the entrance.

"Welcome!" He announces with a loud, boisterous voice. "I am your master of blades this evening," he says as the spotlight shines upon him. "I am Seraphimo Misteri." He throws another blade, hitting an even smaller target dead center.

The crowd erupts into applause, but all I can do is look at him. For a man with such a ridiculous sounding name, I can't take my eyes off him. He is an elegant sort of fellow, short, dark, and handsome. He's styled in such a vintage way, he looks like an image from an old cigar box come to life. His hair is pure black and slicked to the back of his head. His eyes are a shimmering black as well, holding all the mischievousness of the world inside them. His waist looks cinched, as if by corset.

I also notice he does not simply throw his daggers, but instead, invisible shadow-like tendrils take them from his hand and guide them to the targets. No one else can see these things, except for myself, of course. Much like everyone else here at this carnival, Seraphimo is not what he appears. Instead, he is wearing a Glamour, hiding the fact he's some sort of shadow being from another world.