Disclaimer: Not mine. Katsura Hoshino's.

Something random. AU. Idea came while I was working on a school project.

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Demons.

What were they?

Creatures that manipulated the mind of a human?

The root of all evil?

The reason darkness even existed?

Something made up by those of the past to explain mysterious phenomenon?

However, the one thing in common most explanations out there have is simple:

they can't be seen by humans.

Right?

No one knows what demons are exactly, if they even exist. Some think of them as horned creatures with a craving to kill humans. Others see them as evil spirits. Many even think of them as the result of a human becoming too mentally unstable, and letting such things as depression start to take over. A few may even think of demons as being 'unscientifically possible'.

How wrong they all were.

How wrong humanity was.

If only they could see...see the hell he saw.

What demons REALLY were.

What they looked like.

How they acted.

But, no one ever would. He knew that. After years of trying to convince the adults that watched him at the orphanages and the other kids around, he realized that they instead shunned his warnings. They never listened.

Instead, the others took it as a joke; as if it were a game he played. The other kids laughed. They pointed at him, cackling till they fell over or holding their sides. He was left out of their games. Sometimes, though, they let him play.

As long he was hurt in the process.

Even the adults, the ones he was told could be trusted, disliked him and turned away. Doctors came and tried to cure him. Priests and pastors came to try and 'exorcise' him. But, none of that worked.

The women in the cafeteria, that worked to prepare the food, even forced the boy to now stay in his room whenever he ate, since his room was separate from the rest of the kids. Then, the nurses would always scowl and be hesitant to touch him when he got injuried, which was often, as if they would gain the same curse he carried.

The curse that caused the boy hell.

The curse that allowed him too see demons.

Yep.

DEMONS.

He could see them, no matter what time of day or location. Each person had at least one demon. In fact, the boy was sure he was the only one without a single demon.

The demons had no real apperance, however. Normally, they floated around their specific person's body as a black and white skull head with a single letter printed on the forehead. This letter was normally the first letter in the person's name, as some sort of forshadowing.

However, the boy quickly learned as well that some have more demons than others. In fact, from his isolated room, the boy often stared down at the street, watching the people walk by, counting how many demons followed them. It was his only pasttime.

One time, he saw a single man with ten demons surrounding him like shield. That man must've become very evil for that to happen: the more a person welcomed evil into their hearts, the greater amount the demons would control the person's mind.

But, when the boy wasn't doing that, he either played with his miniscule amount of toys or drew, something he learned to do in his days in his small room. He enjoyed drawing the things he saw and did in his dreams: he thought it was cool, after all. But, the nurses always disliked how he always taped them to the walls of his abode. They always complained how they 'cluttered up the place'.

The drawings were always very similar to one another. Usually, the boy drew himself wielding a large, white left arm in place of his disfigured, barely usable one that was blood red and was described by the nurses as 'the arm of Satan'.

The boy used his special arm in his dreams; though. He was older, and had the same white hair as he currently did. Although, for some reason he always wore the same long, black coat with white stripes and cuffs. And, there was always a large red scar along his left eye, starting at a pentacle and snaking its way down his cheek.

The boy would then continue to go around his dream world, destroying the demons with his special arm. He loved doing this. In fact, he felt happier in this dream world of his than in real life.

But, as far as the boy knew, real life was just him suffering through the same taunting and exclusion he recieved every day. He would return to his room and draw the things he did in his dreams, and then fall asleep, creating new things to draw.

However, the boy always had hope. He knew someday, someone would finally believe him. Finally believe what he said about demons and would enjoy his company and wouldn't exclude him. He would find...a friend.

Someday...maybe...

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Just some random AU One-shot. Main character's Allen, in case you didn't pick that up. Reviews are appriciated!