Story of a Demon

I opened my eyes to see that it is already getting late. I didn\'t remember falling asleep, but I looked at my alarm clock and saw that I was late for work. I realized that I was still clinging to the blood-covered knife, and I gently set it down next to my bed.
I dressed in my usual atire, a black leather jacket and blue jeans. I walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror, running my hand through my short blond hair, and idly counted my piercings, though I already knew how many there were. I looked at the three simple silver rings in my right ear, connected my a small, delicate chain, and the one in my left, a small golden band. I see the three silver studs in my right eyebrow, and the none to subtle ring in my lower lip. I finally gazed apon the most prominent of my piercings, the two small metalic horns protruding from my forhead.
These horns are where I got my name. I was named \"Damien\" by my parents, but on my eighteenth birthday, I got those horns, and everyone started calling me \"Demon\". Fitting really, if you think about it. My thoughts wandered briefly over the many things I had done to earn the name.Working as a bouncer in an active bar in this city does tend to be a very dangerous job.
I remembered that I was late for work, and ran out the door, not forgetting to lock it. As I ran towards the bar where I work I thought about the people I worked with. There was Jase, my fellow bouncer, who was, as everyone else, about a foot and a half shorter than me. He had long, raven black hair, and didn\'t talk much, but he fought like a cornered lion, which is probably why he was hired for the job. I realized that I didn\'t know what color his eyes were. I had never really thought about it.
\"Oh well\", I sighed aloud, \"I\'ll just have to figure it out tonight.\" My deep, booming voice made me seem that much more threatening, and I ignored several nervous glances cast my way. I was used to it by now, and I didn\'t mind anyway. My thoughts drifted back to my co-workers, the bartender, Zed, who was quite old, and had long grey hair. He had lost an eye in some war long ago, which he doesn\'t like to talk about. He had an eyepatch over the damaged one, but his other eye was a dull hazel color. He stood taller than most, though I still towered over him as I do any normal person.
I thought about the girl who worked there, though I wasn\'t real sure what she did, other than sit at the bar and chat with Zed. She said her name was \"Crimson,\" but I was pretty sure that wasn\'t her real name. She had dark, blood-red hair, which she said was natural, though I doubted that. Her eyes were the most piercing ice blue I\'ve ever seen, and I\'m almost certain she doesn\'t wear contacts. She was very mysterious, and eluded any questions that I asked about her past.
Though I\'t ont one to talk, the only person I\'ve ever told the story of my past to is my best friend, Ezra. I\'m wasn\'t real sure that\'s his real name, til I met his parents. He lived in a family of gypsies, and was the only male in the group. He worked at our bar as the third bouncer. Hey, you can never have to many, right? He was very strong, and had the muscles to show it. He wasn\'t to buff, like the people you see in magazines that can\'t touch thier wrists together because of thier huge, bulging chests, but rather, he had just the right definition, to the point where you could just see the muscles working under the skin. He had sea-green eyes, and green hair, which he openly admitted to dyeing, because he hated being blonde.
\"And that\'s all of them,\" I thought, as I finally arived at the bar. It was a very plain place, no wierd lighting, no loud music, just a bar and a couple of tables. It wasn\'t much, but it was the only bar for three miles, so it was as good a place as any. I greeted Zed at the bar, ignoring Crimson, as per usual. I walked up the staircasethe the wall opposite the door, and climbed to the platform above the bar, the so-called \"employees lounge.\" I saw Ezra, and realized I hadn\'t even noticed Jase on my way in, as he must be guarding the door, as usual. I greeted Erza in the usual fasion, a simple nod of acknowledgement.
I heard shouts from outside, and ran to the door, to find Jase tossing out a man who was to drunk for his own good, and had started hitting on Crimson. Jase noticed me, and simply stood by the door, waiting for me to leave. I went back inside, chuckling to myself. When someone hits on Crimson, they are removed \"for their own good.\" Last time we didn\'t stop some drunken ass from hitting on her, he left with a broken nose and a black eye. I sat at the bar and waited for something to do.
I didn\'t have to wait long.


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Ugh... that sucked very badly. It gets better, seriously.