I have heard them whisper in the alleys for days.

A new demon had arrived. My demon.

Still, I only feel his presence now. I had laid there for hours before I felt certain.

There was definitely something above me, a dark and aggressive presence. The air seemed to thicken under a stranger´s breath. It took me a while to persuade myself to open my eyes.

Straight up I saw his light eyes shine through the dark leaves of the tree. They widened as he noticed my stare. Was the demon male or female? The slight contours I was able to identify made it look like a male.

Only a few seconds went by until he suddenly and effortlessly jumped from the branches down to the ground and stood up on his feet. I could now see him clearly in the burning sunlight.

His hair was kind of frightening. It was of an intimidating bleach blond. The hair tips were barely visible, but it thickened and darkened on his head.

He was pretty tall, skinny and his posture was intimidating. He was wearing old clothes, slightly ripped trousers and a dirty shirt.

My gaze wandered up to his face to be surprised by his looks. Not only was he good looking, but his facial structure strangely made him looked softer and thoughtful, opposing his entire body language.

I stopped at his eyes and almost jumped at the sight of them. They were so light you almost couldn´t make out their color, maybe blue? They seemed to suck you in, just by looking at him. I had to remind myself that he was a demon, lower than an animal.

“I greet you.”

His voice had a growling undertone. It sounded so natural though that I was wondering that maybe it was just the way his voice worked.

I slowly got onto my feet.

Then I ran away screaming. Fifty feet from the crime scene and I turned around. He stared at me dumbfounded without moving an inch. I grinned.

Maybe it was childish. But disobeying every rule we had to learn over and over for when we would meet our demon felt kind of satisfying. To not Panic. To not run. Certainly not scream..

I sighed. Maybe I shouldn´t have done it after all, but it felt good.

Confusing your demon wasn´t one of the official methods to get the upper hand, but who knew? It might just be a good method.

I seized my demon again whilst coming closer. Why did he not come to me right away? The answer wasn´t hard to find. My Family had their hands in the game. They wanted to be the ones to decide when I would get to know my demon.

I knew that my actions could mean serious danger. I knew nothing about that strange creature. I knew - but I didn´t care.

I came to a halt before him an stretched out my hand.

“I´m Kara. I´m guessing you are my demon?”

There was a little bit of confusion left in his gaze, but it was mostly anger now. He glanced at my hand as if he was expecting me to suddenly start to hit him. Great, he probably thought he had gotten himself an mentally ill master now. Well, that was if he was capable of thinking to that extent.

He finally got down on his knees whilst keeping eye contact.

“I am your demon. My given name is Sarazeel. I hope you´ll be a good master to me.”

“Well, I normally don´t make promises that I don´t know I can keep.”

He slowly raises his eyebrows to swiftly return to his emotionless expression.

“I hope I am allowed to get up.”

“Well, sure.”

He gets up in one impressively sliding move. I gulp. I can´t really process the idea of that – creature – belonging entirely to me, so I just ignore the bugging, irritated feeling for now.

“What did my family tell you?”

“They ordered me to stay away from you.”

I knew he wasn´t able to lie to me.

“And why did you not obey?”