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Prologue

My name is Tale, I am half demon and I am currently 15-year old. My story goes like this; my father was a demon, and my mother a human. This was not the story of two people falling in love, especially since one of the two was not a person. Their relationship was pretty much one single encounter between the two, and let’s just say that this relationship was one sided, and guess whose side it was. I will give you a small hint: He is the reason I am only half human. Even though it was an extremely traumatic experience for my mother and the most painful memory she ever had, against all odds, she decided to keep me. Some kids are naughty, and I was not, honest, I was pure evil. Since the moment I could speak, I never let her forget from where I came from. I was always making it sure that she suffered from some way or another, I always misbehave, and I tried to make sure she could not possible love me, yet she always did. Every single terrible thing I did, she forgave me every single time. I remember one time when I went to a store and broke everything that I saw, and when I return home and told my mother what I did, I was expecting her to be angry, sad or at least disappointed with me as any other person would, but not her. She simple came close extending her hand towards me, and I closed my eyes, expecting the pain of a slap in my face, but all I felt was her warm hand caressing my face. She simple extended her arm to clean my wounds and ask if I was alright. To this day I am sure that she never hated me, not even for a second. I, on the other hand, I could never stop hating her, at least until she died. How she did, you may wonder? Simple, I killed her. I gave her the worst type of cancer you could imagine (I am half demon so I can do stuff like that). I let her have a slowly and painful death, and I let her knew at the very end, to speed things up. Like always, I expected to see some kind of resentment towards me, yet what she did caught me completely by surprise. She hugged me very tight and whispered in my ear that she forgave me and that she loved me. With her last heart beat she told me that she loved me, and with her last heart beat she makes my heart star beating. When I saw nothing but love in her eyes, and holding a weak yet visible smile in her face that was just meant for me, it was the first and last time until this moment that I have cried. I had finally realized that I loved her; it was a shame that she was dead and could never tell her that. In just a moment, every single terrible thing I did to her, just hit me hard, and made me regret them deeply. Can you believe I was just eleven when all this happened?
Being half demon had a lot of advantages, like a greater intellect than regular humans, some mental and magical powers, and of course, super strength. This are really good perks, if I was a whole demon, but unfortunately my body is more human than demon, so all my powers are too much of a burden for my human body. It did not take me long to figure out that my heart would not last past my twenties. I could explode the day of my twentieth birthday, or simple stop the last day of my twenty-nine year. Either way, I will not live long enough to see thirty. I just know it. Now the problem is what to do with the rest of my live. So far, for the past four years, when I discover that I had a heart, I simple did what my mother wanted for me. I lived my life as a regular child. I went to school like any other children of my age would, of course I used some mental and magic tricks to compensate for the lack of parents, but all worked alright. I did my best to appear human, but of course I could not lie (part of being decent person), so I told everyone that my father was a demon. Of course everybody thought I was using a figurative speech since everybody knew what he did to my mother. But with my many talents, everybody started to believe that he was an actual demon. I stayed in high school for two years, until it was discovered that I had already graduated from high school, college, medical and law school. I only stayed in high school to make friends. Which I did. Everybody loved me in high school, students, and professors, specially the madam director, because of my extremely perfect grades that brought attention (and funds) to the school. For all the students there was one that caught my attention. His name was Bill. He was by no means brilliant, he had some extra pounds, lack common sense sometimes, but by no means he was incompetent nor unreliable. He is one year older that I was, but he could not stop looking up to me. He even decided to became my sidekick, which was an interesting proposition, so for my own amusement, I told him that if he wanted to be my sidekick, he had to graduated from high school first. So he started working up to that goal. I saw him struggle and fail many times, so I decided to help him a little. And with my help, he finally succeeded. Why I help him, you may wonder? Simple, I grew fond of the guy and realize he was the only true friend I could ever have. So now that I achieve what my mother wanted from me, I needed to decide what to do with the rest of my years that I had left, and decided to do some good to the world. From small and simple things like helping a small kid find his mother, to mayor things like exorcising a town infested with demons. At least I found something to entertain me for the rest of my days (which are not that many), in a way that my mother would be proud of. I never thought that I would ever seek forgiveness from my mother, , or should I say, to seek something that she always had gave me, especially when she was not around anymore. There has not being a day that has goes by that I have not thought about her. “I love you, mom”, those are the words that I will always say to the sky every day, hoping that she would hear those them, because if there is a thing I know for sure, is that for all standards, my mother was a saint and she belonged in heaven.