7
Colten
Every day I show up, I behave in an acceptable manner to please my parents, and still try and do my own thing. The thing about being a Legacy at Connerton though?
I have to be the best.
I have to make friends with the families that would be beneficial to my family in some way, and be quarterback of the football team. The regular stereotypical bullshit.
Being paranormal doesn’t stop the politics, and it’s exhausting.
But you want to know the truth about me? I don’t give a flying fuck about any of that shit!
I hate being around most people unless it’s beneficial to me to have them around.
Everyone surrounding me and claiming to be my friend are only here because of what they believe I can do for them. They couldn’t care less about who I truly am as a person as long as they get to benefit from my riches.
Then there’s the sheer fact I’m a demon.
I’m literally the paranormal world’s version of the bad boy and it gets me a lot of female attention.
Look, I’m not trying to be cocky, but it’s true, and I love women. I love sex and feeling women’s curves against me. I enjoy the feeling of a hot wet pussy wrapped around my dick like a glove.
Sex is good. Better than good, and I can say with confidence that I’m good at it.
Being a demon means I’m sinful in everything I do. It’s in my blood, and I use it to my advantage.
Anyway, back to my life here at Connerton.
I’m surrounded by people I dislike. I’m playing a sport I hate, and I’m leading a life that I can’t wait to get the hell away from.
I just want to do me for a change. Play guitar, travel the world, and just stay the fuck away from people who just want to use me for whatever shit furthers their personal agendas.
My father once asked me why I possess others so often to fuck with them when I should only be using that power when necessary.
My answer was simple. If others are going to use me for personal gain, I’m going to have some fucking fun while they’re at it.
At least, I was having fun with it until she came along.
I’ve been possessing people for most of my life. It was the first ability I came into so this isn’t a new thing for me.
I have beyond mastered the ability to possess, and the ability for mind control, but she shows up and isn’t in the least bit intimidated by me, running her mouth and going head to head with me without even fighting, and she pisses me off.
I want to teach her a lesson she won’t soon forget, but whatever she is, she seems to be immune to my powers and I fucking hate it.
I need to figure out what, and who, she is because I am drawn to her and that’s just fucked up. I don’t get drawn to people. I don’t connect, and I sure as hell don’t care about anyone but myself.
But seeing her with angel boy all happy and content like she’s a perfectly normal human being and this world of ours isn’t fucked?
I want to be in that light. Her light.
I want to have her smiling at me and bringing me happiness too. Sometimes I’m sick and tired of always being cloaked in misery and darkness.
Demons should be able to be happy too, right? Fuck this shit.
I can’t even believe she kneed me in the nuts earlier.
Sure, I could have been less of a dick about getting her attention, but I wouldn’t be me if I were.
I saw her alone and acted without engaging my brain. It’s almost impossible to get her away from Brian, who by now I assume is her boyfriend.
Lucky bastard.
Of course an angel would get that kind of shining light. He’s probably nicer than me too.
I’m not jealous of him.
I’m not.
I just happen to be jealous of his being by her side in the happiness she exudes.
I finally found someone immune to me, who I can actually be myself around without being able to manipulate them to my will, and she hates me because I wanted her to.
I want to break her and see what she’s made of. To see what she is, and then build her back up so she’s as broken as I am.
I’m fucked up. I get it.
I know I said I want to be around her light and breaking her would diminish it, but I’m not and they’re throwing it around like it’s just a common trait that everyone has.
