The Demon in the Dark

Title:MY DEMON, MY ANGEL

SEASON 1

CHAPTER 1: The Demon in the Dark

The rain was merciless. Each drop seemed to sting against the cracked pavement, pooling into rivers that snaked through the alleyways. Thunder cracked like the growl of some god too bored to care.

Jeremy stood over the cooling corpse of his contract, vial of soul glowing faintly in his palm, when the scream ripped through the storm.

It wasn’t the scream of someone being stabbed or struck. No—this was a plea, raw and breaking.

He turned.

The alley stretched like a tunnel of shadows, lined with dumpsters overflowing, neon signs flickering faint red and blue from the main street. In that wet cage, five masked assassins hunted down a girl.

She was fast, but not trained. Her shoes slipped on the slick pavement. One heel snapped, sending her crashing against the wall. She scrambled, clutching at her dress as she staggered upright again. Her breathing was loud, frantic—an animal trapped.

One assassin laughed, voice muffled by the mask.

“Run, little mouse. Run faster.”

She spun, her back smacking the wall, and her eyes darted desperately for escape. Golden hair plastered against her face, mascara bleeding into the rain.

The tallest of them raised his blade—jagged steel with symbols etched down its length, glinting in lightning.

“This ends here.”

The girl flinched back, choking on her own sobs.

“No—please—I don’t want to die!”

The blade came down.

A hand stopped it mid-air.

Jeremy stood there, still as if carved from the storm itself, his fingers wrapped around the assassin’s wrist. The man’s strength was nothing against that calm, unyielding grip. Jeremy’s crimson eyes lifted, their glow faint but sharp enough to pierce through the mask.

“Pathetic,” Jeremy whispered.

The assassin growled, trying to pull free. Jeremy twisted. Bone snapped with a crack that blended with thunder. The man’s scream drowned in rain. Jeremy shoved him aside, stepping forward into the circle of killers.

“You chose the wrong prey.”

Then the demon woke.

Jeremy moved with terrifying elegance. His heel smashed into one attacker’s chest, sending the man flying ten feet back into a dumpster with a crash of bending metal. Another swung a blade toward his neck—Jeremy tilted his head, the weapon missing by inches, then jabbed his fingers into the man’s ribs so hard his body folded and collapsed in the water.

“Kill him!” one shouted.

Three rushed at once.

Jeremy’s crucifix bracelet glowed faintly black. He extended two fingers, mimicking a gun. Lightning flashed—and a shadow-bullet burst from his hand, exploding into the chest of the nearest attacker, who convulsed before hitting the pavement.

The other two froze. Too late.

Jeremy snapped his fingers. Shadows uncoiled from the alley floor like serpents, wrapping around their ankles. The assassins screamed as the ground swallowed them whole, their masks vanishing last into the dark.

The girl pressed herself flat against the wall, trembling, eyes wide and fixed on him. She had seen everything. The impossible violence. The fire, the shadows, the inhuman calm of the boy who looked barely older than her.

He turned toward her. For a moment, she thought he might kill her too.

But instead, he began to walk away, the storm parting subtly around him as though it didn’t dare touch his shoulders.

Her voice broke again, ragged and full of fear.

“Please… save me!”

She stumbled toward him. Before he could react, her arms wrapped tightly around him, fingers clinging to his suit as if he were her only anchor in the storm.

Jeremy’s eyes widened. No one touched him. No one dared.

Then her body went limp. She fainted, still clutching him.

Jeremy caught her, staring down at her face. Even unconscious, she looked desperate, her lips parted as though still trying to form the word please. Something stirred in him—not pity, not mercy, but… something heavier.

With a sigh, Jeremy adjusted his grip, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.

The alley behind them erupted in fire, swallowing evidence, consuming screams. Jeremy walked into the rain, carrying the girl whose name he didn’t yet know.

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