I'm tired of acting like being a kid isn't hard.

  As the demon king, even I can admit it.

  First, you don't get to choose what time you sleep.

  Second, you always have to eat what someone else wants you to.

  And last, you're surrounded by other snot-nosed brats!

  I recently was enrolled into a school, it's not a school, but just a place parents go to drop off their kids while they're off running errands or something.

  And my mother chose to do the same...

  "Dammit mother...how could you?!"

  The whines, screams, and sounds of toys being thrown across the room cram my ears.

  With each screeching yell from a random kid's voice, I feel myself getting more and more irked.

  'Perhaps this is why I hated humans?...'

  I had already been here for 2 damn hours.

  My mom promised some make-up ice cream after it was all over.

  But now, I'm starting to feel like the ice cream is just a setup to get me to listen.

  'Wait?... What the hell am I doing?! I'm turning into a real child! Being bribed with candies and sweets, you idiot!' I scold myself in my head for my actions.

  A woman seemingly in her mid-thirties spoke up over the room of screeching kids:

  "Okay, kids~! It looks like everybody's parents are starting to show up! Be sure to grab all of your things, toys especially, because I know we can get rowdy over that!"

  The screeches and whines turned into loud cheering.

  "My mommy is here?!"

  "YAY! YAY! YAY!"

  "...Give me a break..." I said in a whisper.

  Now being walked out of the building, my mother revealed to me the two cones of the sweet ice cream.

  "See~? I would never lie about something like this Silva."

  I tried to hide my smile, the joy creeping up inside of me.

  Swallowing that cheerful smile, I grabbed my cone.

  And in a low, shy voice I say: "T-Thanks..mom."

  She giggles, pinching my cheek gently.

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  "Anything for my baby boy!"

  The ride home was normal, I couldn't wait to lie down, even though I usually hated having to go to bed early.

  TV is my new favorite thing.

  It has all of these dramatic shows, guys flying around in capes with powers, and other things.

  I never had a TV back then. I don't even think they existed.

  "Now that I think about it, this truly is a whole new world. I experienced all of these things for the first time...it's so weird."

  I heard a sweet voice behind me, "Look at you, watching those violent shows again! I told you, that stuff is back for you Silva!"

  She said as she grabbed the remote and switched it to something kid-friendly.

  I rolled my eyes, groaning.

  'Should I cry?.... Yeah, I should.'

  "Hik...Hik...B..But....Wahhhhh!"

  My acting was spectacular.

  Seeing my quivering look, beady teary eyes, and whining she sighs.

  "Aww my baby....okay..fine, fine! Only for a bit, but if something too graphic happens, I'm gonna have to change it again, okay?"

  With a small nod, I say, "Okay..."

  'Easy as cake.'

  Eating was relatively the same way.

  Whenever she brought out weird-looking stuff, I pushed it to the side and forced myself to cry for something better.

  But every time I saw her looking overwhelmed by it all, I couldn't help but feel guilty.

  I would then forget my dislikes and eat it all, just for her sake.

  And when she smiled and said how proud she was of me, I felt I truly won at something.

  "That's my boy." She said, as she gently stroked my hair before laying a kiss on my forehead.

  'Psh...giving me kisses and all, keep them....yeah, I don't want them...not at all.'

  I thought as I whined for another.

  ***

  "I heard you don't have a dad."

  I felt my eye twitch.

  It was a warm day with clear blue skies.

  My mother thought we needed a day out so I found myself at the park.

  I didn't want to play with other kids and didn't find playing alone by myself bad.

  But when some snot-nosed brat said that to me, I wanted to mutilate him.

  'No...he's just a kid....just a kid.' I reminded myself.

  "How do you know that?" I asked him.

  "Well, my mommy works with your mommy and she knows your mom doesn't have a husband. Meaning, you have no dad!" He smirked.

  'This little rodent, keep smirking...I'll rip out your jugular. No. No...he's just a kid.'

  "Haha! No dad! No dad! No Dad!" He sang in a rhythm as he ran around in circles pointing.

  My eye twitching was uncontrollable.

  I stood up, turning to see my mother talking to someone.

  "Let me show you something," I told the boy.

  He looked curious, "What is it?.."

  Now away from my eyes for a short moment, I grab the boy's face.

  As I forced him to stare into my brown eyes, a sense of dread filled his body, and his face turned pale.

  My then-brown eyes had a terrifying red glare in them.

  What he was seeing was truly nightmare fuel, from demons to monsters, I showed him such beasts in their truest form through visions.

  In just a second he had seen it over and over.

  The stunned boy started tearing up before crying and running away as tears slowly streaked down his face.

  "Did I go overboard?"

  I heard my mother call me.

  "Silva! Where are you?"

  "Right here Mom," I said as I walked over.

  "Excuse me!"

  The obnoxious voice of a woman called out to me and my mother both.

  "Your little brat made my son cry!"

  My mother was stunned at what she called me.

  "Ma'am please don't ever call my son a brat. Address him by his name," She said in a self-justifying way.

  "I couldn't care less about the brat's name! Tell him to leave my boy alone!"

  My mother turns to me, sighing, "Silva...did you hurt her son?"

  'Bingo..'

  I start tearing up, fidgeting with my finger, "I-I didn't mean to Mommy...We were..p-playing then-"

  "See? My son didn't mean any harm."

  "Tch. Just tell that brat to stay away from my boy!" She exclaimed.

  I could feel the heavy tension in the air. Supposedly they worked at the same place, my mother and that lady. I could tell they weren't just mad at the feud between us and the other boy but with themselves as well.

  She walked her son away, patting his back.

  A guilty smirk slowly appeared on my face.

  'I'm the damned demon king, if you think I'll let some idiot kid disrespect me...you're mistaken.' I thought.

  'That'll teach him to not make fun of others.'

  All in all, I think today was a good day, yes?

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