Different

I always wondered why people hate me. is it my eyes, or my hair. Or maybe my powers. but it was none of those. it was the fact that i was a Demon, and they are angels. I'm a nice demon, I would not hurt a fly. that is what i use to think.

from what i remember, they all hated me. I quickly realized that im alone in this world and that i have to choose allies carefully. that i cant trust even my family. yet I was only six