Author Note: This may have many mistakes. I'm typing this on my cellphone. I'll also like to mention that I will be editing the story meaning changing things around. The reason why is because I feel like I half-assed this and its pissing me off. I also like to warn that I plan to put some cussing in this so if you don't approve, it doesn't matter, I approve. I feel like its more entertaining this way.
I felt dazed.My hands burned.. Not from the crismon burning fire that illuminated from my small fist but from the punching I had done with them. I could feel my hands shivering from the pain of keeping them folded and clenched. Feeling a slow warm liquid slipped inside my fingers to my palm.
I took a sleepy glance only to see my knuckles taking a mixture of hues mainly purple, black, blue, but mostly red. Instantly, I cleared my head feeling of pure disgust.
I couldn't help but feel disgusted. My blood mixed with theirs. The air hinting a metallic iron smell, but even more of roasted hair and flesh. Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting. A voice in my mind repeated.
Three bodies layed unmoving. They layed in unnatural positions. One on its back, his horn was broken his head twisted in an odd angle, his arm twisted around his back the other hand was gone. Judging from blackness from the shoulder she must have burned it off.
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Rare Flames (HOLD)
FantasyWillow Tempest is a seventeen year old, half demon, who lives in the demon world. Her hair is a silky red and her eyes are a brown but once in a while have a shine of red. Willow also carries the ability to control flames and she herself considers h...
