My peaceful sleep came to an end as my alarm bell insisted on waking me up. After a minute of despair, I sat up and slapped the off button. "JAXXON!!" Someone called. I couldn't tell which disappointing parent it was as I dragged myself out of bed. That was until my bedroom door got slapped open, revealing my mother. I would rather it not be someone that didn't persistently harass me everyday; but it's not like I would have the luck for that to happen. "WHAT IS YOUR LAZY ASS STILL DOING IN BED!!?" She sneered. "Sleeping...?" I answered. My mother threw my suitcase at my head, causing me to fall over on my bedroom floor. "PACK UP YOUR SHIT YOU DUMB ASS!!" Lilith commanded, slamming my door behind her.
I watched as the framed photo on the back of my door with lost sister and I fell to my bedroom floor, the glass shattering on the wooden planks. Another mess for me to clean up. Great. I walked inside of my big walk-in closet to pick some clothes to bring with me. Once I found what I needed and put them in my bag, I went to my bathroom to gather everything I would need from there. When everything was packed, I spawned a broom and cleaned up the glass on my floor. Afterwards, I dragged my suitcase and myself downstairs to eat breakfast.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T GET HIM A DIFFERENT DORM MATE!!?" My father yelled. There was a pause as he listened to the person on the other end. "I DON'T CARE IF I HAVE SWITCHED HIS DORM MATES OUT TEN OTHER TIMES!!" He screamed. Fire blazing from his shoulders and horns. I heard a beep. Then Satan slammed his phone onto the table in anger, then looking up at me. "You're sharing a dorm with some peasant. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!!?" I jumped a little at his complaint. "Oh...No..." I answered weakly. As he soaked in his madness, I got myself some breakfast, sitting down at the dining table. "A Pentagram Tart? Really?" My mother asked. (Pentagram Tarts are the Demon Realm's 'Pop Tarts'.) I looked down at my muscular build. "Yeah." I replied. She rolled her eyes. "Fucking Fat ass." She complained. I usually tried to ignore her usual name calling, but same days it was harder than others. I finished my breakfast, and got my suitcases from my room into my father's over the top expensive car. Then the both of us dreadfully drove away.
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Demonic
FantasyBefore you read the description of my book, I want to give a few quick disclaimers. The first one is that most of the chapters aren't very long, so the 60 chapters isn't as intimidating to read as it may seem. Second, my story does include the follo...
