Cop rolls his eyes, clearly unamused. "Kid, this is the real world, not some superhero film or 'chosen one' series. Gonna let you go."

"NO!" I shout in response. "Listen, this isn't an ordinary situation. Please, I beg you, just listen."

Cop grunts, annoyed, but nods slowly.

I know words won't convince him. So I have to show him. "Everyone's heard the stories. Demon children born to human parents. My family are very superstitious, so when I went from 'sweet innocent kid' to 'little terror', they took me to see someone."

Cop scoffs at me. "And, what, you're a demon child? Get real."

"I thought the same way, officer" I state. "I can be horrible sometimes, but a demon? Then... something happened..."

Cop raises an eyebrow. I take a deep breath and continue. "Some jerk stole from me while I was out. I ran after him and attempted to corner him. He drew a knife, then suddenly cowered... 'PLEASE! SPARE ME! I'M SORRY! I HAD NO IDEA-' I had to cut him off. Demanded to know what he was talking about. He just pointed at my hands. They were claws. I had CLAWS, sir! And I suddenly realised... I almost killed him, for being a thief... told the guy about me being seen as a child, and how I never believed it... I asked if it was my fate to be a monster, to kill without mercy..." I let my mind take control, and my hands suddenly have claws, not nails.

The officer almost falls backwards off his chair in surprise. "He said yes. So I came here. I don't even care if I LOOK like a demon, but if I can't control myself-" suddenly, I notice that I have the officer, pinned to the wall, by the neck. I fight against myself to let him go.

Another officer enters the room. "We all tried to tell you, sir, that demons are real. Normally they just try to find where hell is, but seems like he's not interested."

I nod. "That's right, I'm not. I just don't wanna hurt anyone."

"Already called the specialists for this." The new officer pulls out a gun. Somehow, I'm repulsed by it. Must be holy in some way. "Just wait."

"I want to ask something..." I begin tearing up. "My parents are good people. Why am I a demon?"

"They'd either be demons themselves or were cursed by a demon. Seems like for your parents, it was the latter."

"That's why they wouldn't have more children..." I mutter to myself, just as a group of people arrive.

Light-infused armour. Holy daggers. Enchanted chains. I gulp. I feel my demon side trying to force its way out, rear its ugly head. I feel the urge, the need, to flee, to run, to get away, however I can.

"SHOOT ME!" I yell at the officer, afraid I can't control it. I feel a sting like nothing I've ever felt before. Then, I black out.

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I wake up. I'm in a small room, lying on a soft bed. Looking around, everything is red. I also spot a camera. As I sit up, I look at my hands. They're transformed. I look in a full-length mirror. Some of my body has morphed into being demonic.

The door to my room opens. The person is wearing something on their neck. It feels powerful. "Where am I?"

"In our Demon Containment Facility. Follow me." He attaches a lead of some sort to the chain on my wrists, and gently tugs it. I follow, the sound of metal clinking on the chains of my ankles as well as my wrists. On instinct, I let out a breath of fire. He holds the pendant on his neck up, and it absorbs the fire.

We down down several corridors, before I'm taken to an area with demons in cells. Every single one is chained down, every door is infused with holy magic. I squirm, but there's no running.

I'm put into a cell. I beg them to give me zero chance of escape, I don't trust myself. Once I'm settled in and tightly chained inside the cell my enchanted cuffs, I relax on the bed, relieved and satisfied.

"Such an insult... keeping you caged like an animal..." I look around, and see a demon, on the other side. "I'd free you, but I'm not powerful enough... yet."

"I'm more free in here than as a mindless creature of evil" I spit.

"I'm sure you'll come around." He flicks his wrist. Something appears inside my cell.

I pick it up. "What's this?"

"It'll vibrate when I command it to. When it vibrates, that'll signal your one and only chance to escape." The demon leaves.

Part of me is excited, but the other part is terrified. I don't want to leave... but it may not be my choice...

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