Demon: Chapter 1

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TW: blood, fighting, mention of death, and trauma. NOT FOR KIDS Ten years. Ten years since Lamar’s parents’ death. TEN LONG FRICKING YEARS since Lamar has ever seen his parents. Three weeks ago was Lamar’s eighteenth birthday, and Lamar’s parents weren’t there to celebrate with him, and all because of that SNOW SNORTING FLUFFER GIANT. Lamar could NEVER bear the thought of losing his parents when he was eight, but here he was. No parents. No friends, besides Geramia, MarryBloom, Starmouse, and Hearttuff. Only absolute depression, and the last picture Lamar and his family took together. Lamar was looking at the picture, grieving. He never would admit that he has done this for almost ten years straight. It was practically a hobby at this point. The lights flickered off, and Lamar groaned. WHAT is it THIS time? He thought. He exited his room, with an annoyed expression. “Can anyone help me with my dorm’s lightbulb?” Lamar said in the world’s most annoyed tone. “LAMAR YoU SaId ThAt AlReAdY a ThOuSaNd TiiiiiiiiiiiiiMeSSSSSSSS,” An anthro tuxedo cat with a cracked cross necklace whined. Ugh. Lilly. Lilly was practically Lamar’s arch-nemesis. Lilly this. Lilly that. EVERYTHING’S about Lilly. Lamar felt that no one else got attention, except Lilly. “OoOh but Lilly is dating Geramia! They are soooo perfect together! And Lilly is soooo cute!” No. One. Cares! So what if she is? IT DOESN’T MATTER! Besides, she doesn’t respect Geramia! “So what?” Lamar growled. “Shove a paw in it, fluff-for-brains.” “MAKE ME!” “YOU ASKED FOR IT!” Lamar hissed, unsheathing his claws. Lilly backed up. HA. Like she wasn’t expecting this. Lamar pounced on her, and they wrestled. Not play wrestling, REAL wrestling. One of the guards there, Cole, saw it and ran over there. “WHAT IN LU’S NAME DO YOU TWO THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” Cole shouted at the top of his lungs. He ripped Lamar and Lilly away from each other with the world’s most angry look. “Lamar, come with me now! Lilly, go to the nurse’s office!” Cole ordered, grabbing Lamar by the arm. “You're lucky he was here, you fluff snorter.” Lamar growled at Lilly while being dragged away. Cole dragged Lamar all the way to his office, and forced Lamar into a seat. Cole sat down in his chair and sighed. He took off his glasses and put his cyan paws on both of his temples. “Oh Lamar, how many times have I told you not to cause a ruckus or fight?” He muttered. “An annoying amount of times.” Lamar said, not even listening. Cole glared at Lamar. “That was a rhetorical question.” “I know.” Cole sighed and put back on his glasses. He closed his eyes and took an aspirin. He then opened his blue eyes, a glint of annoyance in them. “Lamar, you need to learn how to control your temper, otherwise you won’t be able to stay here, let alone keep your… Anger issues thing.” Cole said, calmly but sternly, gripping the desk edge. “What?! Bu-But Lilly started-” “I don’t want to hear it, Lamar. Now, what exactly happened?” Cole said, folding his arms. Lamar sighed and told him what had happened. “So you were fighting… Over nothing?” Cole said with surprise and annoyance. He expected it to be over a mouse or something. Lamar hesitated. “Yeeeeeeees?” He remarked nervously. Cole put his head down on the desk and muttered curses under his breath. He lifted his head up and sighed. “UuUgh, let’s move on from this topic.” Cole said. Huh. That’s strange. Cole NEVER changes the subject. Is it interesting at least? Lamar thought. “So Lamar, I have very good news for you.” Cole said, a grin replacing his recent frown. This was still slightly disturbing to Lamar, since again, Cole never changes the subject. “It better be good news.” Lamar remarked. Cole chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry, it is.” Cole said. Lamar perked up and raised an eyebrow. “You see, after some investigating, we have discovered who your grandmother is!” Cole said. Wait, what? Since when were they investigating? Sure, Lamar never met his grandmother, but what? “Huh?! You were investigating?!” Lamar exclaimed. Cole laughed. “Oh I didn’t tell you? Well, we were investigating, and we found out that you’re related to a pirate!” Cole handed Lamar a picture. It had a white furred cat, with an eye patch and a spike collar and bracelets. The cat held a red furred newborn kit with scarlet eyes… That was Lamar. “Whoa! Wait, is this a joke? Is this photo photoshopped?!” Lamar exclaimed, not believing this was real. Cole chuckled again. “No, no! This is very real! Do you know exactly who this is?” Cole asked, pointing at the white furred cat. Lamar shook his head. But all he thought was that the cat was… familiar. “That’s the famous pirate scourge known as Snowfur! She’s known through all of the Hidden Lands! And-” Cole explained, but suddenly being cut off by Lamar. “This woman… She killed my parents.”