❝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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It was one of those monochromatic nights. But ever since you woke up from death, nights had always been monochromatic and dull. You wonder if it had always been like this to you, even before when you were still human. But the thought that would happen to wander in your mind would not linger for long as it vanished and was replaced by another trivial thought.
This time the thought was–
"Douma said we'll go outside," you muttered, rolling on the bed as you lie on your stomach and look at the door that's been closed for a while since Douma left.
You don't know how long you had been lying in bed, you don't know how long since Douma left. Time has been nothing but a trivial matter to you as well. Because there's really no point in thinking about how much time you have left in this world since you became a demon.
"He's not coming back anytime soon, is he?"
You slowly pushed yourself up on the bed and sat up, the night dress robe you're wearing slid down your shoulder but you didn't bother lifting it up as you climbed down the bed. With one of the sleeves of the robe sliding down, the hem of the night dress touched the floor as you walked.
