C3: Sin's Story

Sin Thompson

After I ensured she was fast asleep, I opened my eyes again. I watched her fast-asleep figure lying under the sheets, teasing me with every breath. From her short, cropped hair to every curve of her body, she reminds me so much of Arabelle

Beings like me didn’t need to sleep or to work. Beings like us coexisted with humans for many generations. We lived without interfering in their ways of life or hurting any of them. We are just another race among humans: the demons. Our lives are not infinite, although we can live longer than humans. 

To say we are better than humans is an understatement. First, we have powers unknown to humans, and second, we learn faster and can master much more than humans. We can take more weight and pain than what a human, being exposed to the same, would have died long ago. In short, our strengths and abilities are beyond humans. But without humans, who are we?

The leader of the demon race, Vernod, who simply wants to go as Vernon Thames, has decreed upon us a significant rule: that all demons should obscure their proper demonic form, horned or not, and adopt a humanoid form. Powers should never be abused and only utilised in times of need.

Hence, I became Sin Thompson, an identity they had created 24 years ago, the current CEO of Frostfire Solutions. Although my current age in demonic years has exceeded 200 years, I am merely a juvenile in Vernod and the other senior demons’ eyes. My movements are limited and closely monitored. I cannot use any of my demonic power while running the company and depend entirely on my wit and learning experience. In short, Vernod wants me to be a fake human, which I wholly detest.

As a demon, I could look into my past few lives before my current one. Before I became Sin Thompson, I was once a weak human and a farmer in a quiet village. Arabelle and I married at the tender age of seventeen, where we lived a safe and peaceful life, ploughing the lands and reaping the fruit of our labour. For years of marriage, we did not have children. Arabelle, whose greatest wish was to become a mother, prayed devoutly to the gods, wishing for a little one to come our way.

At first, I observed nothing different with my Arabelle, but she became more frail and emotional as time passed. She would jump for no reason or throw fits for trivial matters. Having no choice, I resorted to seeking the village shaman’s help. I did not know that this would lead to a series of unexpected events, which would eventually cost us our lives. It was a long story, but Arabelle and I ended up being brutally slain by a group of unknown assailants.  

When I woke up reincarnated in a new body, I was a child once more. Only that this time, I wasn’t any normal child. I was Xizramon, nicknamed Sin by Vernod himself. I developed into a full-fledged demon, earning praise from all monsters at my side. 

I sincerely believed that the gods had granted me another chance at life to be reincarnated as the Demon CEO, as the others enjoyed nicknaming me. If not for me to be reunited with Arabelle, then for what other reason was I given rebirth?

Every demon had a unique power inside him or her. For me, I was born with the innate abilities of clairvoyance. As I grew up, I later learned and inherited more demonic power. Lord Vernod banned us from using our profound demonic forces as other, more powerful demons can detect them. 

However, being innate skills, even the demon lord himself cannot notice when I use my clairvoyance. From that, I discovered Arabelle’s current life, Shayle Clark, and the story behind her seemingly promiscuous life.

I disguised myself as a student at her university and entered her life. I noticed how she did not have any close friends and her classmates isolated her, although she had a few fair-weather friends: people she associated with who were like her. Other male and females who had no qualms over having multiple flings. It disturbed me seeing how open she was in allowing a male friend to caress her amorously inside a locked room on campus. I refrained from intruding on her affairs while reminding myself that I had to persevere. It was fortunate that she never noticed me.  

My chance came when I heard of the big party that her ‘friend’ Monica would throw. It was a hookup party, where I went without the university student disguise. I schemed to throw her off her feet with a dance, and fortunately, she was drunk and high enough to claim me for herself during the party and take me home with her. 

Nothing happened that night as she fell asleep, but trailing my fingers over her forehead, I saw through her nightmare. I penetrated her memory of being used to satisfy a man, and her pain and suffering made me gnash my teeth and clench my fists. 

She trembled in her flashback, uttering a name that was not her real name, “Scarlet.” I absorbed how she was incredibly fearful of the man who had ripped her innocence from her and transformed her into the person she is today. A person without morals and dignity, as she called herself in her mind. I released my hand from her forehead, breaking the bond.

I swore that no woman of mine should ever go through such an ordeal ever again. In the future, it would be only I who may touch her and make love to her, and I will show it to her, without her feeling used and dirty. I will allow her to experience care and gentleness through my heart.

I called her Scarlet. Despite her flings and one-night-stands, she is still a very strong-willed woman that does not allow herself to be broken. When I touched her, she felt the heat from me rushing into her more petite body, building an emotional bridge between us. She longed for a passionate session between us, which I willingly allowed. She was my first, and I let the rush of passion between us in my demon body. Making love to her slowly, I satisfied her needs and appeased her anger. Seeing her lustful face, I sought to tease her once more.

“I’ll be leaving now since that is what you asked of me.”

“Don’t stop, please.” I heard her say, imploring me with a desirous look. “You can stay for the weekend. I’ll break my rules for you this once. But just this one time!”

I fathomed that this was my call and the beginning of my chance to enter her heart. I wanted her so much. I had to get her back since I lost her so badly when I was Loreno, the farmer.

When I stepped out of the room later, it appalled me to see the mess in her kitchen. Ah, so she was not a housework person. As a child demon, my matron trained me with menial chores and cleaning up the entire lair. So, a task like this is nothing to me. I smiled, chuckling at how she had left the dishes for an entire week. 

My eyes fell on a pack of instant noodles lying on the transparent plastic shelves. My curiosity allowed me to open a packet and follow the instructions written on the back of the plastic to cook the noodles in hot water before adding in the soup and condiments. Matron Mia had never allowed me to touch such junk in the past since, according to her, it was terrible and innutritious. As she was not here to supervise my actions, I rebelled, listening to the voice in my mind. It was delicious indeed!

A peek into the room revealed that she was working on by some tough assignment. My keen eyes told me she had made about forty mistakes no less and left many gaps where she could not arrive at the answer.

After some struggles, she put her head down on the pillow, falling asleep to what she called a ‘power nap’. I expected her to be as hungry as ever once she woke up, and rummaging in the fridge filled with junk food and decaying remnants, I found some vegetables in good condition. But whether she enjoyed my cooking was another issue.

I found some rice and a cooker which I assumed belonged to her Asian landlord. Rather than having instant noodles, I nourished her with the best I could find in her kitchen. I found some chicken breast in the freezer, which was enough for her. I cooked her some vegetable soup out of the remaining vegetables and some low-salt chicken stock.

She marvelled at the sight of someone cooking for her for the first time. I understood how nobody adequately cared for her. Perhaps she had some gap with her parents, as she was often lonely in her thoughts.  

“If you like it, Scarlet, I’ll cook for you every day.”

“Whatever,” she said before tucking into her food.

The fortress inside her heart defended her, but I smiled as I saw some tears of emotion dwelling in her eyes. I have never failed before, and this time, I would prevail in bringing her the happiness she wished.