"Angel, angel. Little angel. Skipping through the woods. Came upon a demon. Oppsy day! Demon, demon. Bloody demon. Prowling through the dark. Came upon an angel knight. Oppsy day! Angel, angel. Perfect angel. Walking very tall."
As the angel children's voices fade I slowly drop my hands from where they were clasped over my ears. Angel, angel indeed. What they don’t know is that some of them will be bloody demons someday. I scoff and turn sharply as I hear footsteps behind me.
"Children huh. Never got used to them" Oh no. This is an angel knight, one of the highest in their society.
"Oh? I thought knights were supposed to be kind to everyone."
"I guess I'm a bad knight then."
“Whatever.”
“I just play for the wrong team is all.”
"Ugh. You angels are all the same. Always trying to play the bad boy."
"You're right. But a little danger can be exciting." I scoff again.
"You have no idea, angel," turning his race into an insult, "You have no idea what a demon's life is like so don’t go comparing yourself to us."
“I’m not saying I’m a demon. But I do find demons very interesting”
“Well I find angels very annoying. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll be on my way.”
“Perhaps we’ll meet again.”
I throw a “Doubt it.” Over my shoulder as I walk away from him, never looking back. I have to be at this dumb trial in a few minutes and now I'll probably be late because of this idiot. Augh I'm just so mad this entire dumb world and all the dumb little angels in it. So happy. So kind. So perfect. Its disgusting. And here I am. The home of the knights and their little justice obsessed minions. The High Court. What a joke. Now if we were in my world...
"Demon Rowan?"
"You see any other demons around?" the young looking assistant type boy looks shocked but continues the usual spheal.
"I'm required to ask you to hand over any weapons including blades, poisons, clubs, and or ropes of any kind."
"You think I'm really gonna bring anything like that? This ain't my first trial, kid."
"You have no weapons then?"
"Wow you're a thick one. No. I. Have. No. Weapons."
"Very well. I will lead you to your courtroom then."
"Just get on with it."
"Your room is room eight which is famous for…" his words trail off as I begin to glare.
"Save the history lesson. I couldn’t care less."
We walk in silence from then. As we continue I reminisce on the memories I have of this place. My first trial when they had to drag me out after I attacked the judge with a knife. The third on when I got so close to actually strangling the prosecutor with my handcuffs. And my latest trial where I clubbed an angel with the leg of my chair. Ah good times. Well except for the punishments the few times they had been able to peg stuff on me. But who cares about that?
"Here we are." the small angel announces.
"Finally." I do my best to sound exasperated with this whole thing. The angel has apparently learned enough to simply open the door and allow me to walk inside.
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