Forbidden

Chapter 1

-VALERIE'S P.O.V-
  
     In a world where there seems to be endless chaos. This world is forsaken already but yet I'm trying to help. Trying.
"Who started it?" I ask the goblin and push Sekia against his neck.
    My friend, and a sharp one at that, seers the man's neck as I press the blade to his skin. He hisses to it but still keeps quiet. I push it harder against his neck.
   Blood dripping slowly from where Sekia lays against his weak flesh. He speaks quickly as I cut deeper by moving the blade closer. A weak one will always give when they've got a knife to their throat. In this case, however, it's Sekia.
"The low demon."
"Who the fuck you calling low, thief?"
   I take my gun out quickly and put it to the demons head. Everyone in the bar tenses but keeps their distance. Between the soft music in the background and the sound of the audience, I perform the true show.
"Since you didn't technically start it, goblin. Choose his death."
    The demon grows scared, fear takes over his eyes before they turn black to hide his shame. The goblin speaks and it brings a smile to my lips.
"Decapitation." Also my favorite.
    I change hands with the weapons in a flash. The gun pressed hard against the goblins forehead. Sekia strikes quick and sends the demons head rolling before his body burns and turns to ash.
    The goblin laughs to the death but his laughs are pointless. I return Sekia to place on his next for a brief second before taking swing. His head drops with a loud thud before his body collapses with it.
   I holster weapons and sit at the bar.
"Staying for a drink?"
"No, Cody. I think I'm done for the night."
   With a snap of her fingers the blood and bodies are gone by her guards. The normal festivities resume in the bar and it seems as if nothing happened.
"You'd think just because we're free they'd respect the neutral territory."
"I know, Codes. But that's not going to happen."
"How many have you stopped tonight?" She slides a drink in front of me just in case I change my mind.
"Too many."
"Is there any sign of Lucifer?"
     I laugh loudly. "Gone like the wind."
"Have you made contact with the angels?"
"I would rather not. Word is is that they've become even more of dicks. Don't you remember? Cause if they cared I wouldn't be here cleaning up this shit."
"You're right, Valerie. It's just sickening."
"Only getting worse, Cody. Only getting worse."
    I stand from the bar. I give a smile before running as a start and then morphing into my flightmaster. I keep my eagle eye to the city.
    My eye to the ground and ears searching the normal sounds of the city. Between alleyways I see small disputes, mainly drug exchanges, nothing monster related. I start flight home.
    The wind feels wonderful as it blows between my feathers. In the sky it's so easy to breath. Up here it feels free and easier to think.
    I land on the balcony to my penthouse. As I return to form and walks in, Joel is ready for questioning.
"How'd it go?"
"Roughly 30 dead."
"How many of our own kind?"
"At least half."
"I kept you under radar but the humans are seeing more and more of this, Valerie."
"You don't think I know that? Each night I take to skies and fight the disasters as they appear. This isn't even my job."
    I pull Sekia out and Joel backs away. He fears the blade, like all do, but he cannot be harmed by it. I've warded him from her wrath.
   Sitting down, I begin to clean the beautiful dark demon steel blade from the blood of the night. A moment later a friend pops up behind me, intentions to scare me fail and I have Sekia to her throat.
"Hold on, hold on." She squeaks out.
    Cheese morphs to body form and jumps on the couch next to me. I continue to clean my blade.
"No word on Lucifer's whereabouts, Mistress. I've searched the underground and been through each gang in secret."
   Joel walks over and sits on the chair. He sighs deeply.
"I'm not sure he's coming back. Even through browsing and in the tech world, he is still gone."
   I put Sekia home and flop back down on the couch. Joel crosses his legs and types on his laptop. His headphones play police scanners from here to all over the world.
"Strange activity in south america. Somewhere near Lima."
"To be dealt with another night. The sun will rise soon and all monsters whom can't survive the day will cower like usual. I am tired and shall be retiring soon too."
"I'll keep my ears open and go searching in the dens." Cheese takes owl form again and takes flight. In a moment she is gone. I envy her in so many ways, I would love to just be able to fly without a drop of responsibility.
   Joel sets his stuff down and curls up next to me. He sighs again.
"What's wrong this time?"
"He won't text back. I'm worried."
"Joel, you can't expect every second for him to text you back."
"Yes I can. I can. And will. By the gay in my heart I will expect it." He does a dramatic gesture as he speaks.
"Right. Well. I'm off to bed. Enjoy your ..what is he?"
"He's an elf."
"Like Santa elf?"
"HAR HAR. Like ..lord of the rings, twat."
   I shrug and start walking towards my room.
"You need love, Valerie. Maybe you wouldn't be so bitter."
"I don't need shit. I need this war to end and that's it."
    I close my door and lean against it. I sigh. I've only really just begun with the war.
    I take my clothes down to boxers and sportsbra and climb in bed. I groan into the pillows before pulling th blankets over my head. The night's activities lead me to sleep quickly.
    I don't know why I decided to take on the world's war on my own, sort of. I have Cheese and Joel and sometimes Cody but other than that, I'm on my own. I just want to protect the humans the best I can.
    This isn't a war they started and it's a war they should be left out of. If God hadn't ran and Lucifer follow in his image... there wouldn't be bloodshed every single night.
    The angels have stopped caring for humans. They sit in heaven and enjoy it's wonders by theirselves, leaving the humans to defend theirselves. Angels never really cared for humans but God made it so they had no choice but to obey and protect.
   Lucifer held the demons at bay. He scared the monsters to their hiding holes. He stopped his minions but allowed some to cause havoc.
    For no reason, both gave up their crowns and left. No one wants their jobs. No one cares anymore.
   I shouldn't care. Demons don't care for humans. But here I am, fighting my own kind to keep our identity undercover.
    The identity of our world is seeping more and more into the hands if humans and soon they will know all. I just want some peace. Something more than fighting. Or maybe I like to kill, I'm not sure.
    I shouldn't care for humans. I should be out on the streets causing hell like all the rest of the monster kind. Like all the other demons.
   I didn't chose this destiny. I didn't chose to be his first creation. Family meant nothing to Lucifer, I meant nothing.
    Keeping our world separate from the humans as long as possible, though we live side by side... that is my only goal for the moment. This war is not theirs and they wouldn't ever win.
    If the humans knew we existed ..they would find ways to kill us. It would take a long while to do so but they would try. Try but fail.
   Sekia is the only weapon known ever to be able to kill anything within a seconds notice. A normal blade, or even a demons blade that is meant to kill a demon faster takes forever. Any monster is hard to kill if not using proper weapons.
     Every monster is pretty much immortal. Only to die if one takes a massive amount of damage and then adds to the damage taken by another huge blow. It is possible to kill us, yes, but it takes time and a lot of strength.
   My blade kills all in a second of a stab. Only 2 are exempt from its wrath, me and Joel. I thought about doing Cheese but she's a low level demon with a spotty master and mistress record.
   When the night's of fighting are over I am finally able to retire to my bed. The warm blankets hug around me. This is the best part of my life, just laying in bed with warmth radiating in the twisted sheets.
    I begin my spiral down to sleep. Crossing barriers between each realms as I fall to the sweet sounds of silence. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
    Maybe. But I doubt it. I doubt everything lately.