MortalitasBorealis
Demon Girl
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This year , she was: Good
All you want for Christmas is: To become someone’s pet harpy!
Yawning and stretching her arms, a lone girl looked bleary-eyed at her surroundings and checked the clock. Geez, it’s already been two hours? She hadn’t even expected to fall asleep like that… Fiona sighed and slouched in her comfy sofa chair, staring up at the ceiling, and the mural she had paid good money to have painted there, at the glorious, fictional sky and the majestic birds that soared through its heights. How she wished she could just jump out the window and fly far, far away…
Yes, most anyone who gazed upon her would call her rich and privileged, and they would be right. She lived in the comfort of a small mansion while others lived day to day fearing they wouldn’t make the next rent payment for their crummy apartment. She was aware how many would kill to be in her position, and she will readily admit, life as a starlet had many, many perks. But there was still one thing among the commoners that she envied.
At least the salaryman didn’t have to wear a disguise to go get a burger, lest he be swarmed by rabid fans and have a hundred photos taken of him, his dietary choice posted online for mockery or marketing material. At least the waitress didn’t feel unseen eyes on her at all times, the paranoia of a dozen camera lens and microphones waiting to catch her at an unflattering moment and define her forever with it for a boost in traffic. At least a cab driver didn’t need bodyguards.
But that was the life she was born with, and one takes the good with the bad. She didn’t begrudge her father for pulling her into the business, it was the life he knew afterall, and it was a job she honestly enjoyed, sometimes. Still, she couldn’t help but wish she could get away from it all sometimes; to become a beautiful, adorable dove and fly free, away from her obligations, from the constantly judging eye of the public. Better yet, one of those cute harpy girls in those weird animes that’s getting popular lately, she was quite proud of some of her human features afterall, and harpies don’t get preyed on by bigger birds or evil cats. Even better yet, a pet harpy, belonging to a loving owner who’d pamper and take care of her… but that’s getting a bit too wishful. Oh well, a young woman can dream, can’t she?
After a moment of daydreaming, Fiona decided it was time to return to reality and start being productive. First order of business, cleaning out the stack of mail. The weird, creepy ones aside, reading through fanmail was still something that could fill her with a little warmth, even if the hundredth verse was still the same as the first. Putting the pile on the table and seating herself by the warmth and convenience of the fireplace, the bored starlet got to work.
Let’s see… Fanmail, fanmail, pamphlets go in the fire, fanmail, fan… wait, no, that’s the bills, into the Dad pile it goes. Anyway… fanmail, aww, this one’s got a crayon smiley, this one should be cute. Fanmail with stuff in it, that’s gonna be exciting. Fan… What’s this?
Raising an eyebrow, Fiona looked over the address again. The North Pole? Seriously? But that’d mean it’s from… Wow, out of all the years she’s sent those letters as part of the annual charity drive this is the first time she actually got a response. She was sure the whole bag of children’s hopes and dreams just got thrown in the furnace somewhere afterwards… W-Wait, that means someone read her letter, doesn’t it?! The girl’s face went red with embarrassment. She wrote that silly wish there on a whim and even put her real name on it! FUCK! W-Well, it’s not like anyone would actually believe it was hers even if it got put on the internet, r-right? There’d be jokes, sure, but no one can prove anything. Heck, she might even get some cute fanart out of this…
Steadying herself, Fiona put the sorting on hold and opened the strange letter. Its contents were even stranger. “What the… Christmas postponed indefinitely? Santa missing?” She read the letter incredulously. She had expected a lot of things up to and including blackmail but this wasn’t it. And what did it mean by burning the letter if she wanted to help?
“...Y’know what? Screw it, why not?” The girl shrugged as she tossed it into the fire. What’s the worst that could happen?