teach me how to feel

Prologue

Ten Years Earlier
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"Introducing, The Abomadroid!"

The confident voice of the female owner of Blight Industries rang throughout the entire building as she pulled back the curtain, revealing the company's latest invention.

Admittedly, it didn't look like much.

There stood what looked like any regular witch or demon, the only difference being that it appeared to have some kind of circular symbol that resembled a sigil on the right side of its head, which glowed a light blue color, and it was wearing a neat-looking suit with the company's logo on it.

"Now, it may not look like much," The woman spoke again, addressing what everyone was thinking, "But believe me, this thing will change your life. It's an absolute must have!"

A devilish smirk appeared on her flawless face, as she then instructed the android abomination to do various tasks. The crowd watched in awe as it completed each task without fail.

"This is the Boiling Isles' greatest breakthrough in abomination technology. It cooks, it cleans, it babysits, it can do your grocery shopping for you-Anything at all that your heart desires, the Abomadroid will complete any task without question!" She walked up to her creation and placed a hand on its shoulder, "You can even give it a name! It can be a part of the family... perhaps even a lover, if that's what you want." She winked.

"They come in a variety of ages and models, and tonight only, we will be auctioning off this guy right here," She patted the abomination on the back, "Be the very first to own our latest product! Starting at 9000 snails."

The crowd quickly began erupting and roaring with interest, people shouting numbers left and right.
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These will improve the Boiling Isles for the better.
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Present Day
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Flip. Clink. Flip. Clink.

A shiny coin flew between the thin fingers of a young man—Or rather, abomination. Its hair, greener than even the lushest jungle. Its eyes, as golden as freshly made honey. Its posture was nothing short of perfect and a charming beauty mark sat just below its right eye, completing its simple (yet handsome) appearance.

Standing straight, it stared directly ahead with a blank expression as it waited for the elevator doors to open.

It skillfully slipped the coin between its fingers, moving quickly as if its hands were coated with butter. The coin sounds then came to a halt as the elevator's descent began to slow, soon coming to a complete stop.

Placing the coin into its pocket, the abomination readjusted its tie. The elevator doors opened after a few seconds of anticipation and the artificial boy stepped out with zero hesitation, eager to complete what it'd set out to do with no time wasted.

Upon exiting the confined space, it was immediately met with an Emporer's Coven scout, who had been waiting for it to arrive.

"Negotiator on site," They said, to someone that wasn't the abomination.

"Repeat, negotiator on site."