❝𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH you became Douma's plaything for years until the day he decided to turn you into a demon, so you can stay as his pretty little marionette for...
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Something that is neither dead nor alive, like a ghost with a beating heart. The last thing you remember was slitting your wrist open and blood gushing out before you passed out.
You have accepted death, but before death can come to fetch you, someone had taken you back to the land of the living and turned you into something that is neither alive nor dead. You still couldn't grasp the situation, it still feels like you were in a stupor, your mind had ceased to function for a while and your memories started to fade at the back of your mind.
As if those memories were as vivid as a clear day, it was never vivid to begin with. You have already forgotten the dream you had earlier. What was it again? The dream, you thought. You had long forgotten all about it.
Fading, they're all fading away in gray, dull and monotonous.
When you asked Douma what he did to you, he said that you'll stay as his pretty little marionette forever.
"Marionette..." you muttered.
If there is a fitting word to describe it, that word has a nice ring to it. A marionette, that's what you are. A being that only moves when the master move its strings attached to its limbs.
