My Precious little Diamond

Ahh, what a great way to start my day, listening to some Weeknd. The soft rhythm of "The Morning" filled the room as I leaned back against the pillows, letting the beat flow through me. I couldn't help but smile as the lyrics hummed in the background. There was something calming about starting the day like this.

But that peace didn't last long.

Little demon

"Fuck... hungry... daddy!"

I froze. My body stiffened as I looked down at the demon girl, who was sitting on me, her red eyes wide and demanding.

I blinked.

"I think I told you not to say that,"

I muttered, feeling the heat rise to my face. The word "daddy" coming from her was innocent enough, but in my mind, it triggered something else entirely, a whole different set of thoughts. My heart started racing, and I couldn't help but feel flustered. The word had a much more... lewd meaning in my dictionary.

The demon girl tilted her head, confused but insistent. "Daddy,"

she repeated, clearly unaware of what she was doing.

I groaned, shifting awkwardly.

"You're killing me here, girl."

My mind couldn't stop replaying the word in ways I didn't want it to, and I desperately tried to push those thoughts away.

"You want food or not?"

She pouted.

"Bad... daddy!"

I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the mental image.

"Yeah, I'm the bad guy,"

I mumbled, turning to get up and head for the kitchen. "Let's get you fed, okay?"

She followed me into the kitchen, and I got to work, preparing some cereal. It didn't take long before she was sitting on the counter, watching me intently as if I were some sort of magician performing tricks. I shook my head and handed her the bowl of cereal.

"Here," I said, placing it in front of her. "Eat up."

She dug in eagerly, making a mess as usual, but I couldn't help but smile. This weird little creature had wormed her way into my life, and it didn't seem like she was going anywhere anytime soon.

Once she finished, I took a deep breath and sighed. "Alright, stay here for now. I'll be back soon."

I carried her up to the attic, a place I'd set up with blankets and my favourite, guts action figure.

It was the only spot in the house that was safe enough for her. As I set her down and made sure she was comfortable, I couldn't help but notice how strange everything had become. My life used to be simpler. But now, it was like I was playing a game with no rules, one I didn't even understand.

I went back downstairs, grabbing my backpack and heading out the door. It was only when I stepped outside that the weight of the situation hit me. My parents were always at work.

From 5:00 AM to 11:00 PM, they were absent. I could barely remember what their faces looked like anymore. Our relationship had become non-existent. The house was just a place to sleep, and I had grown used to being alone.

Never got close enough

As I walked to school, I felt that familiar emptiness in my chest. School always felt like a blur to me. I just went through the motions, attending lectures, pretending I was interested, trying to get through each day without thinking too much.

Once at school, the usual chaos of hallway conversations and loud chatter filled the air. It seemed like everyone was busy in their own little world, relationships, friendships, drama... well, everyone except for me. I couldn't remember the last time I had a proper conversation with anyone that wasn't tainted with teasing or pity.

School went by mid, or should I say, less than mid. It was all so meaningless. I attended my lectures, but I wasn't really paying attention. Everyone was wrapped up in their own lives. Couples sitting together, people gossiping about this and that. I was just there, existing. Watching.

But yeah, there was an exception to all this. Me. I wasn't a part of it.

Bullies

After a long day, I finally stepped out of the school gates, my mind still reeling from the lectures I had half-listened to. It was like I was walking through a fog, disconnected from everything. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey virgin! Still waiting for your anime waifu to come alive?"

I turned around to see a couple of guys leaning against the wall, smirking like they owned the place. My eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, you got a problem?" I shot back, crossing my arms over my chest.

One of the guys snickered. "You're so pathetic, can't even get a girlfriend, or you're just too ugly."

I raised an eyebrow. "Ohh, that makes sense. This is why your girlfriend left you."

The guy's grin faltered for a second, but he recovered quickly. "At least I'm not a virgin."

I couldn't help the smug smile that crept across my face. "Ohh, don't tell me your girlfriend left you... maybe she got tired of your small... um... well, you know."

The guys all froze for a moment, and I could almost see the color drain from their faces.

"Shut up, virgin!" one of them spat, stepping closer. "At least He has a girlfrie–."

I cut off his sentence in the mid and shrugged nonchalantly. "'Had,' you mean, I guess... you're welcome." I flashed them a grin as I turned on my heel and walked away.

There was a victorious grin on my face when they all get screamed, it was what it is what it is man, if you lack a thing it'll be considered as a flaw according to the society.

Later that evening, after dropping that demon girl back in the attic and checking on her once more, I couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place in the world. I wasn't part of it. Never had been. And I didn't think I ever would be.

I sat in the dim light, slouched in the worn-out chair, the sound of The Weeknd filling the air. The mellow beats of his song resonated through the room, blending with the heavy silence that always seemed to accompany me.

I closed my eyes, letting the music wash over me, but no matter how loud the songs got, they never drowned out the thoughts in my head. Thoughts about how alone I was.

Sure, people were around, school, the neighbors, but it always felt like there was this invisible wall between me and the rest of the world. Like I was just... there. Existing, but not really living.

It wasn't always this way, though. There was a time when I actually felt like part of something. But now? Now I was just a bystander, watching life pass by from a distance, disconnected from everything.

Maybe that's how it was supposed to be.

That woman is crazy

I leaned back against the counter, taking in the sight of this... woman, standing in front of me like she owned the place. Honestly, it was starting to feel like I was in some weird fever dream.

She didn't even look phased. Like she wasn't standing in my kitchen, giving me the "I'm your wife" speech like it was a casual Friday. Her whole vibe was too perfect, like she just walked out of a dark fantasy romance novel or something.

"I'm your wife," she said, her voice smooth, like she was reading lines from some royal script. "For 18 years. Let's do our best, shall we?"

I blinked. What the hell?

My first instinct was to laugh it off, but then I saw the way her eyes narrowed, like she was playing a game, but the rules weren't clear. "Wait, hold up, are you serious?" I raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter, trying to keep my cool. "I'm supposed to believe this? You're my wife for... 18 years?"

She didn't even flinch. Just stood there, all calm and collected, like she already knew I was gonna ask dumb questions. "Yes," she said with a little smirk. "And you're gonna deal with it."

Oh, she was gonna be one of those types.

"So what, are you just gonna hang around, pretend to be some dutiful wife?" I shot back, my words dripping with sarcasm. "What exactly does that look like, huh? Cooking, cleaning, some weird romance movie shenanigans?"

Her smile didn't fade. In fact, it got a little more dangerous. Damn. This girl had layers.

She stepped closer, her presence almost too intense for comfort. "I'll be here to take care of you... and Lord Maltraxus's offspring," she added with a look that told me she wasn't joking.

"Take care of me?" I scoffed. "I don't need anyone taking care of me."

She laughed softly, but there was a dark edge to it. "You think that now... just wait."

I wasn't sure if I should be annoyed or... intrigued. Probably both.

"So, what exactly is your game here?" I asked, getting impatient. "You came in here, told me we're married, and... that's it? Are we skipping the 'getting to know each other' part or what?"

Her posture shifted, like she was a queen preparing to deliver a decree. It was so smooth, so effortless, that I almost didn't notice it. "I'm not just here to be your wife... I'm here for a reason."

I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? And that reason is what exactly?"

She looked at me, like she was waiting for me to catch up, and when I didn't, she just shrugged. "Just like Lord Maltraxus, I'm here to assign you his offspring."

Wait. What?

I froze. "Maltraxus?" I repeated, not believing what I just heard. "You know Mal?!"

Her smile barely twitched, but there was this knowing look in her eyes, like she was getting a kick out of watching me process it all. "Yes," she said, that regal tone slipping through again. "I know him. I know everything."

I wanted to say something snarky, but my brain was still trying to catch up with her words. "Okay, whatever. So you're really telling me that you're here to—"

She cut me off before I could finish. "I'm here because I was chosen," she said, making the words sound like a damn prophecy. Her voice dropped, the air between us shifting.

"Just like Lord Maltraxus, I'm here to assign you his offspring. That means you and I... have a much bigger role in this than you think."

I wasn't sure whether I was more confused or pissed. I knew Maltraxus was a big deal in the whole demon world nonsense, but this? This was some next-level weird.

And then she said something that made my heart skip a beat.

"I'll be staying with you for 18 years," she added. "To take care of Princess. And you."

My mind was still whirring, like the gears couldn't catch up to her words. She was so... calm, like none of this was shocking to her, but me? I was barely holding it together. I could barely process it.

But as I stood there, staring at her, the weight of what she said finally hit me. And it didn't sit right. She wasn't here just for demon girl. She wasn't here to just 'take care' of me, either and what's up with this princess type shit!?

I knew she had something else in mind, but she wasn't spilling the details yet.

Still, something about her just didn't add up.

She thought I didn't know her real purpose, what she was really here for.

But what she didn't know was that I knew exactly what she was playing at. I knew about the prophecy. I knew about the demon lords.

She was here for more than just some half-assed 'marriage.' And honestly, that scared me a little.

But as she stood there, this unshakable sense of calm on her face, I couldn't help but wonder: How long would it take before she showed her true hand?

Because I wasn't buying the whole 'I'm your wife for 18 years' routine. Not yet, anyway.