Chapter 4- I am going to become a demon!

"Hello? Anyone there?" I hear calling in the distance.

"Who the hell are you? And why are you calling out so loud?" I ask the person who turns out to be a child.

"Ack! A demon!" The child screams and runs off.

"What? Pretty sure I'm not a demon." I look in the small stream nearby and gasp. "Holy shit! I'm a demon already! Haha!" I grin. "I have wings soo.... if I...." I mutter and then suddenly I have no ground beneath my feet. "Haha! I did it! Now where should I go?"

"No."

"That's overrated."

"Demon town? Seriously?"

"Where's the closest one of those?"

After hours of flight I came across a huge town. "Haha!" I laugh and swoop to the front of it.

"What the hell is your name?"

"I am Faelynn! Now what the hell is this pathetic town called?" I smirk.

"The majestic city you stand before is the capital of the devildom, Thogmored."

"Stupid name."

"You may enter. You're definitely a demon of high standing."

"Whatever." I say and grin happy I managed to enter this demon city. 'Demons are my kinda people!' I tell Bertran.

'Bertran! You just cussed! Welcome to the dark side!'

'Why not?'

'Yes.'

"You! Yes you dumb bitch! Where's the fucking mayor?"

"That way asshole!"

"Fuck you!" I giggle and run off. As I neared the mayor's house I flipped off all the guards. "I need to see the mayor. Where is he?"

"Thataway bitch." A guard points towards a door so I walk towards it and open it. Inside I see a large chair.

"That's a terrible chair." I say pulling out a dagger. "Goodbye!" I smirk and slit his throat. "I'm the mayor now bitches! And you can't stop me!"

"All hail Mayor- Wait. What's our fucking mayor's name?"

"Faelynn."

"All hail Mayor Faelynn." The guard says in a bored tone.

"Go tell the other peasants who their new mayor is."

'Huh?'

'Ok... Open Inventory!' I see two daggers as well as some kind of cloak and a tiara. "Interesting..." I murmur. I decide to put on the cloak which I happily saw was black with bloodred accents. I eyes the tiara dubiously though.

'Oh. Well I guess I'll wear it.' I reply and set it on my head.

"Are you the new mayor? You look like a conceited bitch."

"I am. Who are you?"

"I am second in command. My name is..."