Escape the Demons

Dante has a different past than most, and it may come from his homeworld belonging to the demons.

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2. Ripped Seams?

    Normal day, normal world. The dark blue sky was starting to fill with cut seams, the way into the overworld that wasn’t visible to anyone on the other side unless they know about the demon world’s existence.

Dante saw the light of the seams from his bedroom window, and remembered he had promised to visit his friends in the overworld today. He spun out of his desk chair and opened his closet, pulling out his usual casual wear, which consisted of a white t-shirt and his red sweatshirt, and blue jeans that just met the top of his high top lace up sneakers. He looked at his reflection in the mirror on the inside of his bedroom door, and ran his fingers through his deep ocean blue hair. Since he was in his homeworld, his skin was glitching out of place here and there and his larger, childlike eyes were glowing a faint light blue, which wasn’t that noticeable since his natural eye color was deep blue anyway.

“Dante, what are you doing awake so early?” Dante turned around and saw his mother standing in the doorway of his bedroom, her long hair that closely resembled his in color in a messy bun atop her head. He ran his fingers through his hair again and glanced at his window.

“Just meeting with some friends today, in the overworld,” he replied honestly. He was not one to lie, especially to his kind and trustworthy mother.

“Oh, I see, would you like some breakfast before you go?” she responded with a cheerful tone, because she knew he visited the overworld from time to time and had no problems with it. Dante shook his head in response.

“No thanks, it’s already time for me to go, or they’ll be gone by the time I get there,” he explained, since the overworld time was faster than the demon world. One hour in the overworld is about 15 minutes in the demon world.

“Alright, be safe, don’t be discovered, come back soon!” his mom instructed as she turned and went downstairs. Dante grabbed his phone and stuffed it into his jeans pocket, and ran downstairs. He passed his mom in the kitchen, who was making breakfast, and skidded to a stop by the front door and opened it, hearing the activity on his street in the other houses. He waved goodbye to his mother as he dashed out the door and glitched up to the slashes in the sky, much like a pair of sewing shears that has pierces and sliced a piece of fabric. Pausing for breath, as glitching takes a lot of energy, even more so when glitching multiple things, he grabbed the edges and popped his head out of the seam and was greeted by bright light and a warm breeze.

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