Secret sin

One

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Emile sat on the steps of her orphanage as the other children played and had fun.
She wasn't like the other children.
She could do things with her mind, things the other children could only dream of.
She had raven black hair, ice blue eyes and snowy white skin.
No one else looked like her which only made her stand out.
She was a freak to them even when she didn't know what she was.
They called her names and got her in trouble.
The orphanage was a catholic orphanage and she was a demon but she didn't know that yet.
"Hey look it's the freak.
Good morning freak" said one of the boys.
She looked at the boy as everyone laughed at her.
They all called her names as she looked at them all.
"Stop," she said.
They laughed at her as suddenly the world started spinning.
Suddenly the swing set bent causing everyone to scream.
Sydney the boy screaming at her and calling her names hived in the air.
Suddenly all his lines cracked and his eyes were caved in.
They all screamed as suddenly the nuns grabbed her.
"Wait no, please no" she cried out.
"Your no child of god" she the nun before praying causing her the scream.
All she ever wanted was them all to stop outcasting her.
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The years passed as Emile sat in a cage as she focused on what was happening above her.
The alarms were still going off and she could hear every heartbeat as people hurried to get out.
She looked up as a tear ran down her face.
Everything was ending and she was overwhelmed with the chaos.
She used to feed off of it but now she could radiate it which she wanted to.
She could smell the blood as her entire body tingled.
It only reminded her of what she was and what she had done.
She had killed over nine thousand people.
It started with Cameron the boy that used to bully her then the entire orphanage which was two hundred people.
She loved blood and she loved giving people what they deserved.
She was a demon that drilled agony into people.
Emile cracked her neck before looking at her claws.
This place was different from the other outposts.
She felt the blood of the warlocks that died here and that caused her to slowly lose control.
She hugged her body before hearing a door being opened.
"Get up," said one of the staff.
This wouldn't end well, she could feel the karma.

An hour passed as Emile stood in her room in a tight dark purple Victorian gown that went with the vintage style of the outpost.
She looked at herself and wished she could just run out into the radiation.
She didn't know how long she would last with stuck-up rich people that don't understand that after they die they will suffer and she'll control all of it if she went back to hell.
She pressed her left pointer finger on her cheek and dragged it down causing her claw to rip her flawless skin.
She just wanted the bomb to go off so she didn't hear all those people.