IRONY

People don't realize just how ironic my life can be. As I've said, from afar I might seem pretty normal, however what I am… what I've been meant to be is scarcely understood. For various years, I separated myself from the Deltons, searching worldwide for the answers to save my kingdom. I surrounded myself of those who were like me: magical. I detest humans. Where I come from, one of the main principles is the restraining from attacking a fellow other. Humans are constantly at war, killing and finishing each other off. Such a concept is strange to me. That would be considered high treason and it's seldom seen. Last time it happened, there was a Great War, which consequences indirectly, or directly, led me to live in the human world. See? Ironic.

I remember the day I saw Eric and Lucy again. I had spent a night at the police quarters, since they had finally caught up to me. Don't think I couldn't have escaped them; I just didn't want to. Truth is: I found that the source of what I was looking for was locked up in the school my brothers attended. I know… the irony continues. My brothers weren't exactly what you'd call normal either. Who would've imagined the most powerful beings would reunite in a school without them knowing the reason why? I know, it's so hilarious that they didn't notice each other until I arrived causing ruckus. I'm a demon, I love disaster, I love chaos, and I love the darkness hidden within the most reckoning places.

Everyone was at the ball that night. All the students were meeting each other formally, custom of the school. All of them were so surprised as they heard police patrols. I remember them gawking as they took me out of the patrols. I wasn't handcuffed, mind you. I hadn't committed a crime, so technically, if they touched me, they would be violating my constitutional rights. PLEASE! Constitutional rights my ass… Humans who contradict them all the time and they're constantly defending them, that's irony alright. Thing is, that was one great day for me. I'm the most unconventional being you could imagine. As I've said, creating disturbances is my specialty. When the director saw me, he paled. Oh yes… and if only he knew the truth of what I really was.

Anyways, after that I was a celebrity for some time. Some students wondered why I was at 'prison'. Others were curious about who I was. When people found out I was a 'Delton', suddenly I became… 'popular'. Mind you, thanks to my mother's education, I always knew how to handle myself among crowds. However, most of the time I was minding my own business. Don't get me wrong, I am pretty social… but with those like me. While being with humans… what's the point? I'm going back to my world eventually. Aside from that, I had better and much more important things to tend to than hanging around with humans.

Although… Eventually that changed. I had to bond with humans…

And yeah… I do appreciate two or three of them. It's a small group, but the appreciation is there. I guess not all humans suck.

Human literature… I want to talk a bit about it. Though my culture has been existing for millenniums, humans are relatively new to the panorama of 'existence'. I was rather surprised at some of the human authors. I love reading; I guess it's a direct consequence of loving to learn and the need to constantly surpass myself. Humans have a great variety of topics. They don't deal with metaphysics of elemental magic, but they can provide quite interesting readings. I don't tend to pick much human books, but so far, those I've had, are quite good. I'm telling you… impressive. Currently… one of my favorite books is one titled "Catcher in the Rye" by J.D Salinger. It pretty much expresses the psychology of a screwed up teen. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It might look simple, but truth is… it contains a variety of circumstances that deserve to be examined. Life is not simple. People who think life is… piss me off. All of us struggle, some more than others…

Talking about struggle, there's just something I want to state. I've been through hell, and I've constantly continued fighting. That's why I think no one can come to me with petty excuses 'life sucks I'm going to kill myself'. I hate suicidals. They're weak, and weak people are just in the way. Not that we're going to kill them all… but it wouldn't be too bad if they started realizing that this world is effectively 'survival of the fittest'.

Where did that come from? I'll tell you my story in another occasion and I think you'll get it.