Left alone, I sit
I remember why.
My mother left me alone, now I sat in a state of content. The walls around me lost their colour and became stone. The windows I had never looked out of had become broken stained glass. Sunlight shone through the shattered space and, like a searchlight in hope of finding something good, it scanned the debris on the rotting floorboards. It was a hopeless task, nothing good was left in this building, not now anyway.
I stood and made my way back down the hole I made in my previous rage. No emotion filled me now. I just wanted to lead my new existence independently away from all the order and restrictions. The room I had called my domain had been replaced by a small chamber with a black crucifix painted upside down on the wall. That is where my head would rest on my bed. I cursed, I blasphemed and i spat at the black paint. I wasn't evil; it was just their stupid labelling. My neck ached; it wasn't used to carrying such a heavy load. My ivory crown made me the leader of my own life now. I was truly free.
I walked from my old keep. Then I realised the stain glass of the window was an impression of the angel Lucifer, in his finer days that is. Maybe he was being kept somewhere too, I wondered. Maybe he was being 'put back together' like they tried to do to me. This idea only floated in my mind for a while before I shook my head and continued out the door. The next room which had previously been my lounge had become a decrepit chapel. I noticed the stand and the statue of the saviour perched above it, and stage where I stood. Recognising the rows of chairs, the memories of every Sunday morning spent being forced to worship came back. I restrained myself from bellowing my fury. Right now I needed to be discrete. I turned to the church doors and took my first real steps into the human world.
I needed an identity. I couldn't walk around the streets with my dark aura or massive ivory crown. Concentrating hard I focused my dark essence into the depths of my heart, my horns shrunk painfully back into my skin and my aura retreated into my soul. Any normal person who would glance upon me now wouldn't know I was a rouge demon. The only giveaway was my unnatural glare from my deep dark eyes that in the night filled with that same perfect darkness. I turned to see the neighbourhood I had wandered into, it was nothing like I would have suspected.
The street was filled with life and humble little houses. Suburban thresholds with white picket fences and new shiny cars on their driveways, to with shone against the perfectly trimmed lawn. They all seemed so perky. Children played Baseball in the street and the postman waved merrily at the neighbourhood residence as he made his deliveries. Autumn leaves fell occasionally from the great oak trees that lined the footpaths almost perfectly evenly spaced apart from one another. The sound of classical music was heard from the house closest to me. Like a virus soon to spread its corruption, I grinned wide and sinister. This place was somehow perfect and yet here I was; an infection ready to start an epidemic of chaos. I somehow relished the idea of destroying these happy, humble people. My heart ached and I realised what monstrosities I was planning, ashamed I shook my head and decided to return to the church, at least for tonight.
There was nothing when I returned my view to the place where I had entered from. The Church had vanished and in its place stood an old Victorian house. Quite large and impressive it had almost no qualities of the well kept and perfect neighbourhood surrounding it. Its lawn was brown, the paint was peeling off the walls, windows were boarded shut and shrubs and weeds spread loose throughout the yard. Of all these imperfections, it still retained an impression of Grandness. The dual story house simply welcomed me to into its hold. I noticed the 'For Sale' sign perched leaning against the iron barred gate. This was perfect in my demon eyes, my perfect sanctuary.
I removed the weather torn sign from against the iron divider, and then closed in on the obscure house. Inside was dry and dusty, sunshine shone in through cracks in the boards. Musty smell filled my sensitive nostrils, blood had been shed here. I'm not sure how long ago but these walls were haunted by murder perhaps that is why the house never sold. I found a sheet covered couch in room. It was cool and comfortable. Whatever evil spirits that were bound to these corridors were kept at bay by my demonic presence, they knew their place. I lie down on the couch and shut my eyes; I would find the landlords in the morning and negotiate a renting plan.
Welcome, please make yourself at home.
There's no one here but me.