I don’t know how I ended up being stuck in a broom closet with a demon, but I know it was definitely not my fault.

I’m not really sure where to start. I could start at the beginning, but often the beginning is rather hard to describe. From what I’ve heard, in the beginning there was nothing until a rather big bang made everything. I could start at the beginning of my life, but I don’t really want to think about my parent’s love lives, and besides, foster parents reading me bedtime stories has (almost) nothing to do with where I found myself.

I guess it started when I was sitting in my college class, bored out of my mind.

I was sitting in class, in my college’s signature uncomfortable seats, tapping my pen incessantly and trying to avoid the glare from my nearby classmate who obviously didn’t appreciate the song I was tapping. I smirked at them, as the lecturer droned on about symbolism or statues or something.

I don't like this class. I only took a course on christianity and philosophy for the irony, and watching my classmate’s pay attention like moths to a flame was painful. I wanted to drop out, but it’s really not like I had anything better to do.

When the class finally ended and the students droned out, I breathed a sigh of relief. Humans were weird and I took comfort in the fact that I technically wasn’t one of them. Even if I had been raised as one most of my life, I still liked to pretend I was more apart than I was.

I had always known I wasn’t human, and that fact was confirmed when I was around 5 years old. I had dreamed about an angel bowing down to me, explaining my parentage and that I was different. I had brushed it off as a dream, but as it happened more and more, and not just while I was asleep, and I started manifesting these “abilities” they talked of, I could deny it no longer.

At first I thought it was my father who was speaking to me, and then when I was 9, I finally asked. The angel had ruffled my hair and laughed, proclaiming that if God wasn’t already too busy to contact me, it would be hard for a sentient energy that was basically in everything to speak directly to someone in a human form.

I tried to ask how, if my father was not a physical thing and my mother was human, the hell I was born, but the angel became flustered and not-so-subtly changed the subject. Fair enough.

When I was 7, the messages had turned from reassurances to safety advice. The angels begged me not to reveal myself, for sin hid in every crevice of the human world. When I was older, I had asked why I hadn’t been raised in heaven. Long story short, my father didn’t want any reminder of his mistakes, and apparently, I was to blame for that.

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I was pulled from my thoughts by a tug on my wrist. I recognised her as one of my classmates. Olivia, if I remembered correctly. Olivia looked at me with her deep, hazel eyes.

“Luxen, can I have your number?”

Okay, no pick up line apparently. She must have seen my slightly taken-aback expression, for she immediately backtracked.

“I mean, uh, it’s fine if- uh. My name is- How are you?” The woman seemed to be cycling between every single human response, so I sighed endearingly and gave her my number.

Olivia and I went on a few coffee dates. She didn’t talk much about herself, but I guessed she was putting on the whole “mysterious woman” persona. It went no further than that until one day, when I was yet again walking out of a lecture.

“Hey Olivia,” I said when she approached me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into a small room off the main hallway we were in. She pinned me against the wall and put her lips against mine. My back pressed uncomfortably against a broom, but her lips tasted hot.

“Olivia-” I groaned. This was certainly not what I had been expecting when I got out of bed this morning. Olivia was always quiet and withdrawn, and not the type of person to do something like this in a public space. However, I was not complaining. Perhaps I had finally broken her out of her shell.

Her lips drifted down my jaw and onto my neck, and I sunk into them. She bit me and I suppressed a moan. She bit me again. And again. Normally I would be very much in favor of people biting me, but not in a semi-public area (Come on, I’m not into that), and her teeth were starting to hurt a lot more than I had anticipated.

I tried to push her away, but she didn’t move. I tried again, but to no avail. An inhumane sound came out of her mouth, and I tried to push her away one last time.

She didn’t budge, so I focused, and focused a small bit of my godly strength into my push. Normally, I wouldn't have to focus so hard, but I only wanted to use a tiny bit of my strength. When I was younger, 13 years old, I had unleashed my strength in a specifically designed training room in heaven, and the results… weren’t pretty. I knew I had only grown more powerful as Ihad got older, but I didn really know what I could do at this point.

I was finally able to push her away, and I saw the gleam of red in her eyes. My own eyes widened in shock. Her - Its - flesh seemed to melt away, and in it’s place was a hideous creature. Its meat dripped off it in chunks, but in some places you could see its bones almost poking out of its skin. It had horns that looked sharp enough to puncture metal, and the look it gave me was hungry.

I felt my own disguise waning. My clothes melted off to reveal a more angelic armour, and wings appeared from my back.I spread them threateningly, filing the room with black. purple, and gold feathers. It had been so long since I had shown my true form, and it felt good. I didn’t focus on it for too long though.

The creature stepped back, crouching on all fours with a hunched back. I took a step forward.

“I could kill you right now. Who the hell are you and what have you done with Olivia?”

The creature only laughed.

“Master will know who you were. Master thoughts it was you, and you haves just confirmed it. Master will be most pleased. You have made a mistake, godling.”

The creature melted, leaving a substance as black as ink on the floor of the cupboard. all of a sudden, I felt a very familiar sensation overtake me. It filled my every bone, although not enough that I couldn’t ignore it if I chose to.

However, this time, I did not choose to ignore it. Instead, I let the sensation overtake me, consenting to it filling the air my body previously stood, and I disappeared from the mortal realm.