1 chichi

A beanie and a saggy jumper was all it took to hide who he really was. He figured this out a long time ago.

Horns-- albeit small-- and a thin tail longer than his legs were the signs of his demonic race. Those physical qualities alone segregated him from the rest of society until he blended in to fit in. To fit into a society of humans.

The demon wasn't named, so he picked out his own. He wasn't sure if he even had parents, or how he got to Earth at all. He'd only ever heard of his own kind in storybooks and comics, and he found himself being detached from reality a lot due to that. Waking up from dreams of non-human friends and families, only to reawaken to the fact that no. He was alone.

He always found magic interesting, and heard that a lot of humans believed chi existed. He called himself Chichi in good heart because of it, hoping one day they would believe in his goodwill also.

These were faraway memories, Chichi thought, as he awoke from a dreadfully painful nap.

Lying on the floor in a yellowed white jumper and jeans was Chichi. Compared to his faded clothing, he wasn't banged up at all. His skin was pristine, short black hair looking fluffy. His black beanie was strewn a meter away, and he scrambled to put it back on his head, sitting up as he did so. There was a cold feeling on his tail, and he slowly slid it under his jumper and wrapped it around his torso. It was the best way to hide it, he discovered a long time ago.

There was a slight scuffle as he heaved himself up from the concrete floor, musky smells crawling into his senses as he regained composure. He was in the warehouse again, hearing faint sounds of machinery echoing throughout the walls. No one usually came to check in the area he slept, so he was usually able to get a few hours of sleep without waking up to fear of being chased all over again.

Grabbing ahold of the side of a large storage carton, he peeked around to check that the coast was clear before scurrying to one of the higher up windows.

He was naturally flexible and had sharp claws, finding himself similar to a feline sometimes. He liked sitting the way they did, sometimes, and found that they accepted him as long as he fed them with both food and love. He'd laugh at the irony sometimes, that he just wished someone would do that for him. To ease his struggle just a little.

Silently sliding up the window, he poked his head out as his white eyes squinted, taking in the early morning sun. Seeing that no one was in for their work yet, he squeezed out and latched the window shut again before falling to the floor.

He went to scream out before minimizing it to a loud hiss as there was a crack resounding from his leg as it broke, rendering him immobile. The hissing was morphing into whines before his leg simply warped back to the way it was. Considering his calmer panting, and lack of a reaction, Chichi was used to this.

Getting up with a grunt, he scoffed out a laugh.

"Why'd I even get my hopes up..." he mumbled to himself.

Starting to run, he switched it up to all fours, moving at a much quicker pace. His eyes kept looking left and right to ensure his safety, although he was moving along the transportation roads. The people using them usually started up by late morning, so he should've been fine.

How was he meant to know that a semi-truck, controlled by a fatigued night-shift driver was speeding around a corner?

The demon couldn't even stop himself quick enough as it hit him square on, black blood pooling from his mouth as he felt his ribcage shatter instantly along with multiple other internal organs. He wasn't even that heavy, and the truck kept driving as he fell off to the side in a pool of black and flesh.

Chichi wasn't even able to hiss at this injury, waiting with desperate patience as his body warped back together at a dreadfully slow pace. As it finished, he wheezed, clutching his heart and tail through the sweater as his shoulders heaved up and down rapidly. His beanie was across the road, showing off his ivory white horns with the cover of the beanie displaced.

The pain was gone, but Chichi could still feel it. He'd felt it too many times to forget.

This was currently the 462nd time Chichi had been in a state of death.

But it was also the 462nd time he came back to life. Because this demon was immortal-- and it wished with all its' heart that it was dead.