Chapter 1– Demons dont sleep on sofas!

Alone. Thats the way Ive always been, whether it was at school or at home. I lost my parents when I was just a tiny baby; I was the soul survivor of the plane crash that killed them. I survived without a single scratch. It was called the miracle of the century and people believed that my parents protected me until the very end. I thought differently however. Even if my parents had protected me to the best of their ability, there is no way in hell that I could have lived. All around me, the accidents that happen, the problems with everyday life that should hurt or injure me dont, as if there's some sort of force pushing everything away. Like I cant die. But I haven't found a solution to this mystery yet. That was, until just now.
"What?" I asked in neither disbelief nor denial as I tried to work out whether the unnaturally attractive guy sitting opposite me was playing some sort of trick.
"You heard me! The almighty me is you saviour! I gave you one of my three hearts to save your life way back when. You should thank me! Be honoured that such an amazing demon prince as me has given you such an amazing gift when fate had decided that you would never taste life!" I stared. Demon? This guy was a demon? And he gave me a heart? Sure it was a valid explanation for everything…if it didn’t sound so…farfetched. Then again, I should have learnt by now that life was full of unexplainable things, surprises and mysteries that we had no choice but to accept.
“So…” I said cautiously, “Let me guess, you want it back?” The demon seemed to contemplate this idea for a moment, his silver hair seeming to glow with a light of its own.
“Sure, I’ll take it back, one day, but right now I don’t see the point in giving something away out of your own free will, only to take it back again” His blood red eyes glistened with amusement. Although I should have found this demon guy terrifying, strangely so, I didn’t, instead, he reminded me of a little kid who had just found a new toy.
“So, if your not here for your heart, why are you here?” I asked with more confidence as I pulled my feet up onto my grey sofa, causing myself to sink deeper into its ancient frame.
“Happy sixteenth birthday!” The demon said suddenly, jumping to his feet and looking like this was the best thing in the world, “I know I give you something which you would enjoy every year like dolls and cooking sets, but this year, seeing as you can take care of yourself now, I decided, as a present, I’ll live with you!”
“Huh!?” I exclaimed. Sure it was my birthday, but what did he mean about getting me presents each year, was this guy the one who had been taking care of me behind the scenes or something? I mean sure I always found it strange that when I was growing up things like Christmas presents and birthday presents would just be there on the day, or food would be there on the table suddenly when I got hungry at meal times, until I taught myself to cook. Naturally I thought it was the work of fairies or something until I took it for granted.
“Who else would have been looking after you all this time? Me, duh! You should feel grateful and worship someone as mighty as me for being so nice and generous. You won’t be alone anymore”
“Denied”  I replied instantly. I folded my arms and frowned. Sure, I was being offered an escape from loneliness, but I fully understood the price you had to pay for accepting the warm hand that reaches out for you in the darkness, the price you have to pay for experiencing that warm place before it disappears and you’re stuck in the darkness once more. The loneliness is more unbearable than before.
“Aaw, why not? Why are you being so blunt and mean?” He cried with a hurt expression and crocodile tears. I didn’t answer.
“Well you don’t get a say anyway, you have my heart, and so I’m going to stay with it” He poked out his tongue childishly in triumph. ‘You still have two more’ I thought in reply
“OOH! I see, that must be it! Could it be that you are so madly in love with my mighty self that just thinking about all the possibilities makes you embarrassed!? I’m right aren’t I?” He cried, grinning like an idiot. I turned my head away.
“Who would!? Retard!” I retorted angrily, yet felt myself blush all the same since he brought the subject up.
“You’re blushing” The demon said on a more serious note. I wondered how the hell he could tell, “I can tell by the beating of your heart, since it’s my heart, duh! I can also read your heart, Calm down, idiot, it’s not like I’m going to hurt you” I looked at him over my shoulder, the demon in his fancy pansy cape of glorious wonder, feeling my resolve wavering.
“Oi, Demon, what’s your name?” I mumbled. He knew he had won. I could only pray he didn’t start going on about me becoming his slave or some other crap like that.
“Luneth! Terrifying and almighty demon prince of the demon world! Don’t you forget it! Ah, Don’t worry Rowan, you don’t need to tell me your name,-oh by the way, that reminds me, since you have my heart you’ll live as long as I do, so you’re body will stop appearing to age soon” Luneth said with a big grin.
“What!? Don’t forget to tell me such important information you idiot!” I snapped, then sighed. “Fine, you can stay” Luneth jumped up out of his seat, his cape dancing around the room with him as he jumped for joy.
“Yeah! Thank god, cos’ I already cancelled your schooling and sold your house. We can leave tomorrow.”
“Wait, hold up just a second! You cancelled my schooling and sold my house without my permission!?” I stood up and stared at him open mouthed. Demon or no, who the hell was he to think he had the right to waltz in and turn everything upside-down. Luneth stopped jumping and observed me with a critical eye.
“You didn’t really think we’d live here in this tiny one roomed apartment did you?” He asked almost disbelievingly, as if he thought I should know better.
“I didn’t really have time to think” I said icily.
“Well, I don’t mind sharing a bed, but it’s a bit cramped in a single don’t you think?” Luneth said with a half grin. I gritted my teeth to stop myself from strangling him, pointing at the sofa next to us.
“You’re sleeping on the sofa tonight, not the bed!” I growled. Luneth frowned, and I suddenly picked up a terrifying aura from him.
“No way! Is this how you treat such an almighty guy like me? Have you already forgotten who it was who gave you a heart? Demon princes don’t sleep on sofas!” He argued.
“If you’re that much of an amazing demon, go back to the demon world already!” I snapped. Luneth flew into a tantrum, muttering and cursing about children with no manners and about how he’d thought he’d raised me better, before folding his arms and sulking in a corner.
“Geez you’re acting like a little kid!” I said angrily.
“Respect your elders! I’m a lot older than you!” Luneth countered
“By how many years?” I asked out of curiosity, obviously a demon was going to be older.
“Five hundred, actually” The demon said, seeming proud.
“So basically, in demon years, your still just a kid” I said with a satisfied smile. Five hundred? I was expecting more like a thousand or two. I narrowly missed being hit in the head by a lampshade the demon boy threw in my direction. I sighed. Had he really been taking care of me? He was a lot taller than me, a lot older and weirder looking, yet had the brain of a five year old.
“Fine, fine, you can sleep in my bed” I said, beginning to return the room to the way it was before the demon had a hissy fit.
“Yeah! Wahoo!” Luneth yelled, dancing around the room.
“Quick recovery, huh…” I sighed and then added, “I’ll sleep on the sofa”