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Cephalus Nicorsson's life had always been...complicated. He was born of a human Mother and a Demon Father, and in his Fathers eyes Cephalus was the successor, as the Demon gene had skipped his older sister, leaving her as an incredibly normal human. On his fifteenth birthday, Cephalus was to discover the power hidden within him passed down from his Father. And so, the whole family waited. But the day of Cephalus' awakening never came, and Nicor mourned. Their lives started following the path of a normal human family, which was something that they had never experienced in quite the same way before.

Cephalus was born with a small mark under his eye, the initial mark of his Father, which was an instant sign that he had indeed inherited the Demon genes. The markings would grow and cover parts of Cephalus' body until he was fifteen, the year that he would be classed as a fully-fledged Demon, or Halfling in his case. Halfway through his fourth year, the tail of his Father began to grow from the base of his spine, and four years later, the small nubs of his horns began to grow from the space above his temples. His Father was ecstatic - Nicor was finally going to have an heir that Satan himself would be Jealous of.

Then came the day they had spent fifteen years waiting for, Cephalus' fifteenth birthday. Considering his Father was one of the most powerful water Demons of the Underworld, Cephalus himself had lived a relatively normal life by Demon standards. His Mother, Alyssa, had taken specific care to make sure he could function just as well surrounded by humans as he could surrounded by Demons. Something that Nicor was not best pleased about, but, he agreed. He wanted his Son and his Heir to have the best life he could possibly have, no matter what world he was in. Cephalus had been homeschooled, but that was only temporary until his powers had awakened - at which point he would be transferred straight to one of the top Demon-only schools in the country - Something that was now out of the question. His Mother had decided to transfer him to the Human-only school she was the Governess of, a bad move in everyone's eyes but her own, but she was determined. Putting him in a school with Demons present would only aggravate them, which would end up leading to conflict. Cephalus tried his hardest to push for another three years of Homeschooling, but his Mother refused.His fifteenth birthday came and went, and nothing changed. He could not control Water at will, he was no stronger than he was before, he couldn't change his form even in the slightest, and his stamina was barely more than that of a usual fifteen year old human boy. For all intents and purposes, he was simply a human with horns. He was a failure, but his Father didn't mind. He was still his Son, and he loved him. And so, Cephalus set out to live the rest of his days neither as a human nor a demon. He was stuck in between the two, and stuck was where he would stay.

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Cephalus groaned loudly at the alarm clock ringing next to his ear, a sound he was not yet familiar with. He snapped open his eyes and reached over to silence the alarm, but only ended up knocking it down and making it slide across his desk, further away from him. He groaned louder and sat himself up, restraining himself from all out stamping on the clock. If this was what public school was going to be like every day, he wanted out. Picking up the screaming clock from the floor, he pressed the button which he hoped meant 'shut the hell up' and placed it back on his desk, rubbing his eyes straight after. He daren't look in the mirror - he knew for a fact that his blue-black hair would be pointing up everywhere, and some random hairs would be clinging to his curved black horns. He never understood how his hair managed to cling to such a textured surface, but he never questioned it. He stretched himself up onto his tip-toes, his lithe black tail stretching out behind him, narrowly missing the mug he'd left on his dresser the night before. He sighed contentedly after feeling a little more awake, then trudged himself to the bathroom, attempting to ignore his glaring reflection in the mirror opposite the shower. It helped him, but only slightly.

Stepping out of the shower feeling a lot more refreshed, Cephalus swiftly pulled his clothes on for his first day of human school, not going with anything too eccentric. He had horns, a tail, tribal face and body tattoo markings, and black and blue hair. He seriously didn't need to draw any more attention to himself. Regardless of that fact, he still managed to dress incredibly strangely. He pulled on a pair of black slashed jeans which he has filled in with bright blue fabric that one time he was feeling incredibly (or stupidly, he couldn't tell) creative. Next, he pulled on a relatively tight black tank top which, stupidly, showed most of the markings on his arm, but he didn't care, and then he pulled on a black half-top over the tank top, which fell just below the opposite shoulder to his markings. He knew it was a little arse backwards, but these were his most comfortable clothes, regardless of how revealing they were. He pulled on a pair of black leather fingerless gloves and adjusted his jeans so that his tail sat just above the waistline of them, making sure it would be able to move freely all day. He wiggled his tail around a little, then pre-styled his hair, his fringe softly spiking down the middle of his face just above his nose, so that it would dry in the position he wanted it to. Did he look ready? Yes. Did he feel ready? Hell no. Considering he was going to be going to school with a load of humans, he was absolutely petrified. It wasn't as if they'd have any inherent power over him, but he would be completely alone. He didn't mind that too much, but just the sheer scale of how different he would be was what scared him. He was going to be completely out of his comfort zone, and he had no idea how he was going to deal. He swished his tail slightly in anticipation, or maybe it was dread, but he worked up the courage and made his way downstairs, entering the kitchen to an incredibly normal scene - even for his family. Both his parents and his older Sister were sat at the breakfast bar eating their respective bowls of whatever the hell cereal they were eating, and none of them batted an eye when he walked in and sat down on a stool in front of his bowl of golden nuggets - His favourite.

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