Sometimes the world hates you just for being born. Sometimes you have to be the family you never had. And sometimes it becomes too much and you become the monster they always wanted you to be.
Onyx never had an easy life. Earning the nickname of "de...
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The wind howled across the plains. On top of a hill stood a lone figure. They stared out at the stars above them. They let out a sigh as the wind ran past them, ruffling their hair. Their ears twitched in the cold.
"Hey, demon child! Get your ass over here!" A shrill voice yelled.
The child, Onyx, turned around. "Coming, mama..."
Onyx sighed, looking back at the stars one more time, before walking down the hill and into the village. They subconsciously pulled their black tail close to their side. Everyone hated them for not being normal.
Onyx was a complicated child, to say the least. Their parents had been unable to conceive and went looking for other methods. One method involved making a deal with what most called a demon in order to have a child. Onyx never understood why their parents didn't assume they would be part demon or whatever that thing was that they asked for help. But they were.
It was pretty obvious when they were born that something was wrong. Their ears and tail were black. Not brown like everyone else's. Their eyes glowed red at times. Everyone immediately began to call them cursed. A bad omen. And their parents agreed. They treated them horribly all the same. Onyx didn't understand what they did wrong. Why were they being punished? They weren't the one who asked to be born.
Onyx walked into the village, trailing behind their mother. She didn't even look at them. She just kept walking. Onyx couldn't remember their mother ever looking at them kindly.
"Ew, the freak still is alive."
"Why can't you get picked off by something already?"
"No one wants a demon here."
Onyx was used to the comments. They swore one day they would get revenge. One day they wouldn't suffer anymore. One day they could be free. If only that day could come sooner. They wanted to get away already.
They entered their house. Their mother and father were standing there. Neither looked very happy. Onyx was used to that. They never looked happy to see their child that they had so desperately wanted.
"Demon. It's about time we get rid of you." Their mother said, "The village will feel much safer without you around here."
Onyx was confused. Get rid of them? Was their mother going to try and kill them? Why? Why did she hate them so much? They never asked for any of this. They just wanted to live their life.
"Now, just stand there and let us put you out of your misery." Their father held a knife.
Onyx reacted instinctively to the threat. They lashed out as their father got close, grabbing the knife and ramming it through his chest. Onyx growled and pulled it out, relishing in the pain they had caused. They turned on their mother now. She was scared. Serves her right.
"You want me to be a monster so bad... then fine. I'll be exactly what you want." Onyx spoke up for the first time.
They didn't give their mother a chance to reply before rushing at her and killing her as well. The sounds of the fight drew in onlookers. Onyx was rushed at by the other villagers. Called a murderer. They killed them all. They didn't care. Everyone one of them deserved to die for how they had been treated.
