My father was involved with demons at a very young age. Consequently so was I. He had this, bound with them, always a good case in his mind.

I would hear stories of his travels to the Realm of Demons as a young child, he always saying 'I told them about you again.'

That was a very long time ago.

He died when I was 10, by a human's hand.

That's what I was, a human. Well, more or less.

Demons and our family looked out for one another, all through my life, from Elementary School, Junior High (Middle School) and now even in High School.

Of course I was judged for talking to them, mainly because humans can't see Demons, Grim Reapers, Angels you name them and they can't see them. I was given the ability to see the creatures as a young infant as father told me.

I awaited the day in which I would hear Masquerade. A song of demons.

To see my home beyond this world's gates.

True, Demons are known to be terrible, nasty and just plain heathens. Some worst than others. However Father dedicated his life to their own. For what purpose he never said.

He told me stories of the Demon Realm. How I would fit in there due to my relations and purpose. He healed the demons in which he loved.

We weren't Satanists, far from it, we just happened to fall into the world of the Underworld and Heaven.

I often wondered and often asked why Father did such crazy and idiotic things but, I never got a straight answer.

I also often wondered if Mom was a demon and that's why Father cared so much.

"Hear anything?" Asks my Familiar, Mega.

A Familiar is a Demon in which an exorcist and or which a human tamed from the wild flames of Hell, and then use it for his/ her needs.

In Mega's case, he was a free Fox Demon. Free to leave, free to roam. Still he never left. He's watched over me since I was small, ever since I could remember.

His monotone voice was a deep and masculine one, so much expression and emotion he presented in his eyes. So little in his words. He was 5 foot tall, dead even with my bicep. He had thick, solid white fur and a bushy wolf like tail, luminescent. His paw prints as big as a flattened baseball. His eyes were the best and most beautiful feature he had. They glowed like a melted gold, and a cat lined eye made them pop and stand out. To bad only he let me see him.

"No, not yet." I sighed in reply hugging my knees, setting my chin against my knees and watching the sunrise.

"Surely we would have heard something by now, your the proper age of 17." Mega had replied.

"What if i'm not worthy enough to hear Masquerade?" I ask him then.

"Don't you dare say your not worthy, your Father trained, taught and told everything he knew. You're more than worthy." Mega replied sitting on his hindquarters next to me, easily taller than me sitting down.

I look out from the porch, humans just acting normal. Like any other average day.

"Mega?"

"Hm?"

"What did my Dad, what did my Dad want me to do what he did? How am I supposed to understand what i'm valuable for if I don't know?" I ask.

He shook his head, the cat lined eyes looking to my copper colored ones. "I'm not sure," He paused. "Mistress."

No matter how many times both Father and I asked of him, he wouldn't call me by my real name. Missy Collins.

I smile to him. Mega was the best friend I would never have it seemed. Even if he acted more Human than a Fox.

He smiled back, or it looked to be a smile. The rising sun adding a glow to him.

"Time for you to go to school already?" He asks, his voice the same but his eyes sad.

"You could come with me," I reply. "Like old times."

He licks my cheek.

"If only I could, you're a big girl now sadly and I can't always be there." He said pouting.

I giggle and hug his neck, he seeming to hug me back. With one last smile he returned to the Locket around my neck. In the little gold gem by my Initial on the silver locket.

"We'll hang out once we get home, I promise." I say holding the locket.

The bus drives up right in front of the porch I was sitting on. I stood, walked over and then waited for the doors to open. They just driving off, a big cloud of black smoke surrounding me.

I cough the smoke out of my lungs and wave my hand around to hopefully find the air i'm looking for.

With the bus no longer in sight I sigh, my hand gripping the locket. "Life is so hard." I mutter before running after the bus.

I feeling two little eyes pinned on my back.

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I make it to school, breathing hard but a smile on my face. Everyone glaring almost.

Walking up the stairs of the old and worn down cathedral. The stain glass windows colorful and vibrant. God and Mary within their frames, staring down on us. There was a reason the cathedral was abandoned of religious purposes.

I hear the faintest tune, it familiar to me from childhood. I look to the locket it wasn't open, meaning that the song was calling out to me. I stop mid stairway and turn. The song stopping just as it appeared.

'That was,' I stopped in my train of thought. 'Masquerade. I finally heard it, Mega was right.'

Only just to be sure, I would wait in case I was just imagining things.

I then walk to my first period class, which was my least and most hated class, Algebra 2. I never and never intended to learn math, I knew how important it is to the said Tek but, I can't bring myself to do it.

"Look it's demon girl."

"She might suck out your soul."

"Go back to Satan where you belong!"

That's all I would hear, no matter how far I ran. An yet, it didn't bother me, my father told me that this would be the case from now until I left here. Humans would always fear what they didn't understand.

I walk to my desk then sit down. Then I pull out my math notes and do a quick review before the test we were taking today.

I then hear Masquerade again.

I look outside the classroom window, towards the direction of the song. It stopped.

"It's calling you." Mega said sitting beside me closest to the window. His eyes excited. I smiled to him.

"Looking at your demon friends?" Asks a voice I knew all too well.

"No I thought I heard something." I retort to Amanda as I look to her calmly.

"One of your demon friends? Are they hurt?" She mocked me in a girly tone. Mega growled at her, she couldn't hear him of course.

I extend my hand to him calmly out of her view. He ceased.

Amanda was very religious , and she was the typical mean girl alongside with it. She had mid back blonde hair, blue eyes and fair skin. Wearing the traditional pink tennis skirt with a white shirt and tennis shoes to match.

I glare at her with my copper eyes, she falling back on her butt hitting her head on the desk behind her. Her eyes quivering in fear as I glared down to her.

"Best not bother me Amanda, unless you want your pure soul to be tainted. Your righteousness will crumble away by the wrath of God." I forewarned her.

I knew the Bible through and through, every page and every verse I can recall and resite, for more reasons than non.

She shook as she heeded my words.

I then take the glare off her and calmed down. Everyone staring at me, she crawling away in fear to her friends at the other and further side of the room.

"Mega? Did you hear it too?" I ask him in a lone whisper.

"Yes, it's no lie. You're nearly home."

I just couldn't focus, I kept hearing Masquerade over and over. However it was every ten minutes for about three seconds. I wanted to follow it, leave the school and chase after it. I wanted to find the world father told me so much about.

"Filthy Witch!" I'm then tripped, Mega turning around growling and shutting all the lockers down the long mile hallway with a wind current.

Everyone looked to the boy who tripped me, Mega was sighted down, he bared his fangs at the boy who only looked at me. Quivering in fear.

"You dare hurt my Mistress! I will kill you!" He growled.

"Mega, it's alright." I touch his head to calm him. The boy then seeing the Demon Fox under my hand.

He then yelled out in fear then ran down the hallway in a fright.

"The humans are getting busy today, that's strike number 37. How much more are you going to tolerate?" He asks.

I sighed. "It's my last day. Why not enjoy the torture." I reply.

He doesn't smile, only stares at me. Almost concerned.

I pet his head he rubbing against me.

We then walk again to my next class, everyone keeping their distance from us.