School had always been mind-numbing. You spent…half your entire life learning outdated principles, only to be told I'd amount to nothing without it. Well, my father made sure that mindset would stay with me for the rest of my life.
I sighed as I continued to scratch my locker with the tip of my pen. It was a reward from my dad because I had been working hard to become the CEO of his multi-billion-dollar company. I am not the oldest or the second oldest. I am third in line. A peculiar irony as the firstborn are always known to lead in all things, especially when it comes to being the next in line to the throne.
It all started a day before Christmas Eve, I had just turned five when he announced on the dining table that he believes I am special, the smartest and the most intelligent out of his children and had decided to make me his little heiress.
I would never forget the smile he gave me after his huge announcement. It wasn't one of good will but the promise of enslavement.
You will make a pretty good worker for me. The smile was more of that.
My mom had a sudden heart attack, and she never recovered from it. In short, she died, and her departure hinted I need to be independent as there is no one on my side anymore.
I had private tutors and was enrolled into one of earth's most prestigious school. My life then had been planned out like an outline of a mega hit story. Expectations bigger than my self had been set, and it is my duty as a ten-year-old to meet with them.
In case I should rebel against him, he would remind me so subtly to my face what would happen to me.
"I would send you back to where you came from."
Where is that, you might be wondering?
Well, where do all babies come from before they spawn in this world?
Heaven! That's right.
Love or family has always been overrated. I am strong enough to do without them.
Since the world is selfish, why not prioritize yourself and your needs to survive? I am to marry whoever he deems right for me and would be useful in his pursuit of making more millions. Friends are massive liabilities and as a businesswoman in training, I should work towards having more assets. I don't need anyone.
I was born to be great. No other child like me in the whole world could be that lucky. It shows terribly in my awful grades.
''No worker of mine should settle for average! You could have more than a ninety-seven if only you believe you are great.'' He flung my report card all over my face, on the floor and turned his executive chair away from me.
At my tender age, I had attended most business meetings than an average man could have in his entire life. I had sat and ate at intelligent tables. Vacations were not about visiting the park or going to exciting family trips to the beach like my classmates would gather around to share.
It mostly involved me taking lessons on understanding business graphs, learning the concepts of inflation, calculating and maximizing business profits and knowing how to plan strategically.
I would watch the business news together with my father, and he would seek my opinions on every business reports and demanded I should be able to provide smart solutions to major economic crises happening in a particular geographical zone for example.
He would snap whenever I said something he considered below average.
I always stood out at every major class parties. When my mates are dressed up as one cool Disney princess and the guys are looking good in one funny pirate costume, I would show up in a tight pencil skirt with matching designer long-sleeved shirt and jacket. My platinum colored hair pulled back tight into a bun. My mates would always laugh at how funny I looked.
I was an adult but trapped in a small body. I thought like one and every exaggerated laugh or smile was deemed inappropriate.
It became exhausting, and the weight of it all started scarring my shoulders when I was asked to attend a crucial meeting. It was a meeting of a life-time with some oil company with my father and business associates.
I stood there that afternoon with my gaze down at the bustling world on the roof. It was a long way down, and it would hurt like hell. It was scary, but jumping from high up here was something I often thought about whenever I was scolded for not knowing basic things like exchange rates for most countries.
This was not the life I had imagined for myself before my mom passed away.
I had always wanted to be a renowned exorcist. Someone who would be a shoulder to lean on to those being oppressed by demons. I wanted to own the biggest exorcism center in the whole world and help numerous people similar to how my uncle does. I wanted more than to be putting on a tight boring suits and having forced to say intelligent things at all times.
I wanted to be a helper not a conqueror of worlds.
A single tear slipped down my cheeks as I inched closer and closer to my death. My heart pounding heavily in my small chest.
I can't afford to not do this again today. I am special and made for greatness. Dying should not be a big deal of a thing for me to do, right?
I nod and took another brave step forward.
''Yes,'' I swallowed with every step I am away from death. ''Yes…I am special…'' I kept saying to myself.
Heart pounding silence gripped me, stretching each second into an eternity as I prepared myself.
''Ah, what a brave little girl, aren't you?''
I turned to see a smile so beautiful, no mortal could ever have it. Seeing his horns and wings made my heart sink, leaving me feeling queasy. I trembled on my bare feet as the entity sat on a nearby roof. One of his legs swinging back and forth, with his chin perched on his clenched fist with interest. His large wings flapping lazily behind him, their amazing color blending perfectly with the sun that he appeared more heavenly than demonic.
Or could he be from above?
''God…?'' I inched closer with a heavy amount of hope shiny brightly in my teary eyes.
The enigma on the roof frowned slightly before laughing. ''You are one weird human cub.''
I blinked confused when he kept staring at me with that amused smile.
''Ops, did I disrupt your dramatic exit from the world? My apologizes. I always come here for a breath of earth's fresh air. You know, the one that doesn't choke you with all that sulfur. And the weight of the upcoming election on my shoulders and all that shit…you are not the only one going through a lot human cub. I live up here for as long as I can recall, and I am mostly invisible. It is usually lonely up here until you came in to entertain me."
His voice was something I made sure to never forget. It wasn't that difficult to forget when it sounded so peaceful for a demon.
He waved his free hand at me to continue with what I intended to do. ''Carry on, love. I would be as quiet I can be for you.'' He chuckled.
He was definitely the most insane entity ever encountered.
I waited to see if he would try to stop me from doing what I didn't really want to do. If I was going to be honest with myself, I was tired of being groomed by my father to be his puppet. I wanted to be normal, live and enjoy myself. Help people be delivered from the very entity behind me.
Except this entity was way different from the demons we know of that has been terrorizing us for centuries.
I turned to have a sneak peek of his immaculate form and caught how he threw me another lovely smile my way. I turned away from him quickly and placed my hand on my chest at the feeling that coursed through me when he did.
He was perfect.
I remained there as the demon noted my hesitation to die.
''Why do you hesitate? Don't tell me you've changed your mind and decided to keep me in suspense?''
I returned to him in disbelief. The cool afternoon breeze moved through my hair and breezed past my face.
''Alright, let me give you an advice. Special people often do remarkable things. And what makes it more special is because it was something they've always wanted to do. It comes from their heart. They live for themselves and are not afraid to raise their middle finger at the faces of those that tells them otherwise. They do exceptional things, and I am sure suicide is not among.'' He gave me another one of that beautiful smile, and I was already in-love.
''Go home and try talking about it with your favorite stuffed animal. You will understand better.''
He said and vanished without a clue of when I would see him again.
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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞!
Hi angels! (Devil's smirk)
So, only the prologue would be written in first person. The rest of the chps would be communicated in thrid person point of view.
Happy reading!