❝Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn into poetry. All the blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.❞
A story of a half breed, half human half demon, that walked the earth hated. She learned of selfishness and blood lust far soo...
"They told me you were gone and I screamed. I wailed, I cried, and I screamed. As loud as I could. I halfway hope you could hear me screaming on your way to.. Wherever you went. That you would turn around and come back. But you never did." -Unknown
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"You aren't a normal child are you?" The man before me spoke out in a soft voice. So soft I didn't even think he could speak louder than a whisper. Although, he spoke loud enough for me to hear. Subconsciously, I flinched, my eyes finding this his figure. He was tall, taller than me by far. He was skinny, weak looking. He has spiky black hair and a prominent scar running horizontally across his forehead. His eyes were milky white, no visible pupils or iris's, clearly he was blind. He looked young, his yukata was a beautiful color. Much like the leaves on the trees, but I didn't know the name of this color. My bloody feet took a step away, he seemed blind so how could he tell I wasn't normal?
Fear shook me to my core, he seemed to notice as his face softened. He didn't walk closer, only looking in the area he heard me in. "I won't hurt you, I'm sorry if I have frightened you, that was not my goal." His voice was so kind. Something I have not heard in a very long time. Even as he seemed to know I wasn't normal.
"You'll hurt me.."
"I won't"
"How do I know?" It was stupid, I should have ran off by now. But maybe deep down a part of me, the stupidest damn part of me, hoped he wouldn't hurt me. I was tired of running, it has been days. My feet hurt, my rags that couldn't even be called clothes held by a thread. I was hungry, my stomach growling for any kind of food. I felt dirty from all the dirt and blood caked on my skin. But he, this simple blind man, didn't look at me with disgust or hatred. He seemed more worried, why? Why did he care for someone like me? I was a-
"Demon." I was too lost in thought to realize how close he had gotten. He was about a foot away, he seemed tense after saying this word. There is was, he was going to kill me or sell me off. Why would he keep a monster like me?
"No, no you're not. You're.. a half breed?" He seemed more confused than anything now.
"How can.. How do you know?"
"Your aura, you're different, part of you seems angry. So much rage is held within while the rest is.. Tired? Are you tired?" How well he seemed to read me, it was scary. Why did he care? It wasn't like I was about to drop all of my backstory to some random guy who found me. It wouldn't change was I was and it wouldn't make him see me different.
"Yes.." But I answered anyways. I was tired of running, if he wanted to kill me then so be it, neither side would want me. I was too weak for demons to keep and use, too dangerous to human for them to keep alive. I was unwanted by all and tired from the harshness of this world.
