Witchy World's Lost Alpha

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Meet Kris Tang🙇🏻‍♂️

26 years of age:

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Kris

Hunnie's coven would instantly send him to hell if they found out he was a demon. I was very much afraid of that. I needed him in my life, as much as he needed me. He brought to my life, as I to him.

Women,

money,

fame,

love for another man, that I never knew would exist. In all my youngest years of reading scary comics, I never expected to befriend a Demon-Wolf.

A mystical half demon at that!

At first he acted human with me. Then he revealed himself after I got beat up and asked if he could help me.

"If I told you I'm a demon, would you let me beat the kids up for you." He said to me while we were at ball park in his squeaky and rasped kiddie voice. I didn't quite understand why he asked.

"Uhhh.. I know you ain't a demon man, stop acting all high and mighty before you scare the old grannies again." I replied to him, stuffing my mouth with popcorn and watching the high schoolers play baseball.

"Besides even if you were, you can't kill the kids at my school. They are weak, bullies, but weak." My 9 year old self said. "A demon is stronger."

"I can match their skills, I won't kill them." Bahm had said ever so blankly to me that day. "I won't bully them." I didn't even understand that, but agreed anyways.

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I knew all there was to know about Bahm. From what haunts him, all the way to what satisfied him. He liked to talk about himself for as long as I could remember, but back then it was hard to understand his mature and experienced words at such a young age.

When I used to bring him around my friends at the skate park, they would always ask how old Bahm was and if he was really a secret agent protecting me from the bullies.

We were getting pretty jacked at a young age and we were thick as thieves after school. He made my human childhood a lot more satisfying and I forgot all about my abandoning father.

We did everything together. No shame, we committed crimes, chased women, looked for adults to beat up that Bahm would call child molesters. Sometimes even introducing me to other supernaturals while I was still human. He'd always ensure my safety.

Eventually, I noticed that after long days of playing outside as kids, Bahm didn't have a place to stay and he'd just roam around the night and sleep wherever he could. He ended up living with me and my mom right before I hit the 7th grade. I couldn't let my demon brother get captured.