I paced in my room, my breath rattling in the back of my throat as I muddled over the strong mix of emotions bouncing around in my head, to slim corner to slim corner. My hands curled and uncurled around themselves as I tried to stop them returning up to my face, where they were previously gripping in anxiety. I was alone in my room, which quite helped a lot with my problems. If I were with someone in a state like this, they most definitely would have scoffed. One wouldn't be able to believe a Demoness like me would be so anxious about something like this. A Demon wasn't supposed to be torn over friends and family and who I should choose. I should be able to live on my own, right? But something wouldn't let me; I couldn't stay alone in this home in the long process of pledging myself to my king and an agent under his mighty, willful hand.
(I'm kind of rusty at starting stories, so sorry about that. I just thought this was super cool! Demoness is a term I use in my own Demon stories, basically it's a female Demon. I also capitalize Demon because they're a race in my story sooooo yeah!)