The Rebel. A girl with raven black hair, skin pale as snow, eyes green as emeralds and lips as red as a rose. Labeled as an outcast, a worshiper of Satan. But they don’t know what she is really like. What she can do, what she can see. She sees the demons that the human eye cannot. She fears the one she created when she was only a girl.
The Prophet. The light of the darkness, the protecter of the Rebel. A man, with raven black hair, skin soft as fur, eyes as blue as sapphire, and lips as pale as a pink a daisy. Looked at twice, but judged for being muted. He his muted for a reason. The reason you ask. Well, he only speaks to the ones who can see him.
The Destroyer. A symbol of war and strength. The one who will destroy anyone who harms the rebel. A man with hair as black as the night sky, skin as tan as a Indian Chief, eyes brown as a wolf’s fur, and lips as pale as a hazel nut. Feared by the presents and vibe he gives. Looked never twice, never once, because even the slightly look in the eye can unfold the darkest of secrets.
The Mystic. Mysterious, quiet, and knows all. The mystic holds the book of Damnation and the knowledge that possesses it. A man with hair as black as darkness, eyes as blue as a clear sky, skin as white as as a skull, and lips as pale as a light shade of cream. The Mystic one who is over looked as weak and powerless but does everything in his power to protect the one he as sworn to.
The Mourner. The one who takes the dead and feeds on the sad. A man with hair as black as as the shadows, eyes as brown as chocolate, skin as light as a pale pink, and lips as light as a pink stone. The mourner can take the sadness, the pain and the sorrow from anyone he wishes.
The Deviant. The abnormal one. The one who is seen as a freak and labeled as a curse. A man with raven black hair, eyes as brown as a puppy, skin as tan as an Indian who stays inside. The Deviant can make you see what you don’t want to see, who sees society for what it really is.
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My Dark Wonderland
RomanceThere are things in this world that always go unnoticed. Always given one look, but not a second. People are pulled into the shadows by the demons we fear. The demons that we have always wished were never there. There is a story. A story that has no...
