❝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...
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Under the warm embrace of a spring sun, the world seemed to burst with life and color. The sky stretched out in a brilliant canvas of blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds that lazily drifted by. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, a symphony of fragrances that danced on the gentle breeze.
Side by side, a man and a woman strolled through the vibrant landscape, their steps light and carefree. The man's hand found hers, their fingers intertwining as they walked, a silent reassurance of their connection.
As they wandered, they were surrounded by nature's splendor. Cherry blossoms adorned the trees, their delicate pink petals fluttering to the ground like confetti. The grass beneath their feet was a lush carpet of green, alive with the hum of insects and the chirping of birds.
They paused by a babbling brook, the sound of rushing water a soothing melody to their ears. The woman dipped her hand into the cool stream, her laughter tinkling like music as she splashed the man playfully.
Together, they meandered through fields of wildflowers, their laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves and the song of cicadas. With each step, they felt more alive, more connected to the beauty that surrounded them.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the landscape, they found themselves reluctant to leave. But as they turned towards home, their hearts were light and their spirits lifted by the simple joy of being together on such a beautiful day.
Amidst the bittersweet beauty of life, tragedy struck with a cruel hand, shattering the once happy couple's dreams and leaving behind a trail of heartache and sorrow. As the woman's life ebbed away in the agony of childbirth, the man stood by her side, his heart heavy with grief and disbelief.
With her final breaths, she whispered words of love and farewell, her voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of tears and anguish. And as she slipped away into the darkness, a part of him died with her, leaving behind an emptiness that seemed impossible to fill.
