I'm not exactly the perfect daughter in a family of 3 boys. I'm also not the perfect youngest sibling, and believe me, it's rare not to have a perfect spawn in the demon realm. A perfect demon kid pretty much has the following traits: Blood lust, dark humor, hate for humans and so on. Apparently, I don't exactly meet these criteria.

I was born into one of the top five most powerful families of demons in the demon realm. My father a pure and universal level demon spell caster, my mother, a planet pandemic necromancer. Me and my three siblings were pretty much royalty in the realm's eyes with me being the runt of the litter. Not in power or capabilities but in character and social standing.

It's two days before my 13th birthday. I get out of my meditation circle, a little dazed. Yeah, spell casters and necromancers don't sleep. They meditate to keep their souls in check. Spell casters and necromancers souls tend to travel out their body from time to time. If one isn't careful to meditate twice a day their body could suddenly fall into a deathlike sleep for up to a week.

I take a bath, dry my hair and wear my Franium earrings. I put on a black shirt, dark green tights and a jacket that was given to me as an early 15th birthday gift from my great grandfather. Well it was a watch but I wanted it to be a jacket. The artifact changes into whatever you want want it to be

I put on navy blue high heel boots, patted my pet Inugami, Mawtha, and went down stairs to join my "loving" family for breakfast. Mawtha is the name I picked for her. She seemed to respond to it so that's what I gave her. Inugamies are rare in the since they're rare in sitra achra

I come downstairs to see my family all at the A'a dinner table. It was about 8 feet long and 41 feet wide. My parents sat apart on the width side of the table while my other two older brothers say at the same side. I sat down opposite them. I looked to my left and realized my direct older brother didn't come for breakfast.

"Cephas isn't joining us" I asked, putting the spoon in my mouth. "Took his food to his room" My mother politely answered. "I was hoping you'd be an early bloomer like your brothers" my father suddenly said to me. I swear the look on his face was "*why are you a disappointment at times*"

"Your brothers unlocked their spells 5 days before they turned 13."

"C'mon dad. Cut her some slack. Early blooming doesn't work for disappointments." My oldest brother, urbā said. A belittling smile on his face that always pissed me off. He had no eyes in his socket but could see even better than anyone else in the family. His skin was oxblood with multiple black crack like markings all over his body. He had two layers of razor sharp teeth and wore a royal blue singlet.

"At least I don't still bed wet myself"

"Gei asimti ya winch!".

"In-tab-heh ee-laa lu-ghat-ek" My parents screamed at the same time. Usually when my family gets mad they immediately start speaking in Arabic. I quickly get up and leave the dinner table. No one notices me leaving since they're immersed in trying to win an argument. As I go upstairs to the corridor I can still hear their yells. "Their heads are probably twice their original size by now" I thought.

"This is why I avoid eating with the family" A familiar voice says above me. I look up to see my brother, Cephas, feet on the roof, upside down with his wings out, a cocky yet warm smile on his face

Cephas, my direct older brother is my favorite person in this family. Technically, everyone loves him except for for my brothers urbā and al-moot since my favour him over them. He had purple hair, purple eyes that dimly glowed and black skin. He wore a red T-shirt and black jeans. He smiled down at me warmly.

"Ala al-'aqal hadha ahad ayyamek al-jayyideh" He jokingly said jumping down from the roof and retracting his wings. "La a'taqid anna 'a'ilatuna qadirah 'ala al-baqa' bilqurb min ba'dina al-ba'd li'akthar min khams daqa'iq" I responded leaning against the wall, tilting my head up. I turn head to him slightly smiling "You should've come y'know. At least mom and dad would be too busy showering you with praises to compare me", "Or they'd immediately start comparing you to me"

I laugh a little to try and sound upbeat but I can't help but droop my head. Clearly Cephas noticed it because he immediately said, "Wanna go for a fly?"

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The main colours you can find in sita achra are red and black. Even crops and grass grown is black. The difference in colour of clothes is all thanks to magic. Spell casters and necromancers aren't supposed to have wings but my parents spawns are an exception. We aren't just part spell caster and necromancer. My mother has a diverse family tree of different species of demons and monsters. Pretty sure there's a dragon somewhere there.

Me and Cephas fly for a while and land on top of a crescent shaped statue. They're a lot of them in sita achra. Each about 23 meters tall and about 12 meters wide. I put my brown, leather bag on my lap and sighed. "How do you think till they to notice?" I asked, turning to Cephas. "Dunno" He said shrugging "Probably when the tension dies down. You know they still to some extent care about you, being the youngest and all".

 The wind blows through hair, covering my eyes a little. "Hey, Cephas?" "Yeah?" "What do you think the human world is like?" Cuervo sighs as if frustrated. This isn't the first time I've talked about the human world. Ever since I turned 10 and heard about the human world it became what you call an “*Unhealthy*” addiction. "Gurda, quit it. This was exactly what started a fight at the dinner table last week al'arbiea'. You can't keep up this obsession!" He grabs my shoulders and looks me in the eyes. "Do you understand?". I stare at him, not really sure what to think. This isn't the first time he's discouraged me to stop fussing about the human world. I gently brush his hand away and look up at the blood red sky. Then I look down to the ground. *We're pretty high up* I thought. But if I fell I wouldn't be hurt at all. This isn't the kind of thing that could hurt demons of my family's rank. but even as powerful as we are I've been told that they're powerful human beings that could hurt or kill us. I've been told of the one they call Blue Flame. He's in the category of what they call “*Heroes*”. I immediately change the subject. "Hey look! Fire breath candy" I immediately start picking small red glowing round shaped fruits from twigs growing in the cracks of the crescent statue. I pick up to a handful and offer to Cephas "Want some?" Cephas stares at me, as if trying to figure something out before nodding with a smile on his face