He's known to be like the devil, that's how he got his name. A cold hearted killer. People vanish when they see his presence, but scream when they don't.
He's deranged, heartless, and some would call him a monster. He's killed more people then he's...
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--- ♔ --- Aurora Vega
It was the day of the ball. We were leaving in half an hour.
Two maids came into my room wearing their normal attire and started doing my makeup and hair. They didn't look happy to see me and my assumption was true when they started talking in Spanish. "Ni siquiera conozco a esta puta, pero ya la odio".(I don't even know this slut, l but I already hate her.)
"Escuché que el Sr. Vega es su padre."(I heard that Mr. Vega is her father.)
Escuché que es una prostituta ". (I heard that she's a prostitute.)
Honestly I'm not even surprised. It's hard to find a decent human being in this world. And this shows just how many people can put on a fake face.
They're kinds and sweet anytime someone they know can take away something they want but when they think no one's looking or paying attention their real personality comes out.
I wasn't the same person as before and the disrespect that showed me lit something in me. Something I never knew I had... and I snapped.
I spoke in Spanish. "No es muy agradable hablar a espaldas de la gente". (It's not very nice to talk behind people's backs.) I got up and walked to them with my head held high.
"¿Sabes lo que le hago a las personas que me faltan el respeto?"(Do you know what I do to people who disrespect me?) I tilted my head. She shook her head no.
I'm so sick and tired of people thinking they can treat me poorly and get away with it.
A slow smile crossed my face. It wasn't one of happiness, but anger and the knowing I was about to release my inner demons on these two. "Yo los mato". (I kill them.) I grabbed a sharp object that was laying on the table and shoved it deep into one of the woman's throats.
She gasped for air before collapsing on the ground. The other woman started crying. She tried to run but I threw the sharp object at her making it got into her back.
She screamed and fell.
I walked up to her and kneeled beside her. "I don't like when people disrespect me." I shoved the object into her heart.
I looked up to men rushing into the room. They raised their weapons. I rolled my eyes and groaned. Even though I hated just about ever last man that worked for my father. I still didn't let the fact that they had their weapons pointed at me change the satisfaction of what I just did.
They all looked at me with disbelief. "Get out, I need to get ready." I narrowed my eyes on them. "Oh, and take these bitches with you." They looked at me then at the bodies.
"Now!" I yelled out and they obeyed.
After my room was back to normal I did my makeup and hair.
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