❝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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A strong male stood in the shadows, a silent guardian. His presence was powerful, yet unnoticed by those around him. His eyes, sharp and calculating, followed every move the female he watched made. She was his last connection to the woman he had loved, the one he had lost.
He had watched her grow, struggle, and fight, all from a distance. It tore at him to see her in pain, to see her bleed, but he knew she was strong-stronger than anyone gave her credit for. His heart ached with a mixture of pride and sorrow as he observed her battles, both physical and emotional.
Every time she faced danger, his muscles tensed, ready to intervene. But he held back, trusting in her abilities, knowing that she needed to fight her own battles. He had trained her, after all, in the ways of combat and survival through the kids struggles she faced. Yet, he was always there, a silent protector, ready to lay down his life for her if the time ever came.
As he watched her now, his expression softened. There was so much of her mother in her-her strength, her spirit, her determination. He had never truly left her, not since the day he vowed to protect her from the world that had taken so much from them. And if the time came when she needed him, he would be there in an instant, ready to shield her from any harm, even if it meant giving up his life.
Y/N's father, a full-blooded demon, was never meant to feel love, desire, or sorrow. Yet, as he watched his daughter from the shadows, an ache grew within him-a longing for the life he could never have. The memories of his wife flooded his thoughts, bringing with them the weight of everything they'd lost. He imagined her beside him, watching their daughter grow strong, resilient, and determined. The ache in his heart deepened, a painful reminder of his curse and the humanity he was never supposed to possess.
He yearned to hold Y/N, to tell her how much he loved her, how proud he was of the woman she had become. But he knew better. His touch, his presence, could shatter the fragile balance she had found. He was a demon, after all, bound by darkness and violence. The closest he could get was to protect her from the shadows, to ensure her safety without ever revealing himself.
Every time she was hurt, he felt the pain in his own heart, an echo of emotions that shouldn't exist within him. Yet, he stayed silent, never intervening unless it was absolutely necessary. He knew she was strong, capable, and determined to forge her own path. His duty was to support her from afar, to be the invisible guardian who ensured her survival.
