I awoke by the first ring of my alarm. No, not the one I smashed. The one I set on my phone. I was never a heavy sleeper; demons didn’t need slumber in the first place, and I was the type of person whom anticipation kept awake. Like the first time my father promised to show me the throne room when I was only five, and I pestered him about it so much that he punished me with more training instead.
For a moment, I sat still.
Through the tiny spaces of my heavy black blinds, rays of sunlight struggled to flood the room, casting lines of golden yellow cutting along the shadows. How strange and bizarrely different life on earth was; every moment making one more aware of the passing time, slipping through your fingers.
Soon, the daylight would change to night; the sun temporarily replaced by
