The Devil's Guardian

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~Monsters are real. Ghosts are real, too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.~ Stephen King

We believe we already know the difference between what is reality and what is make believe. Childhood taught us to believe in magic. It taught us to believe in the unbelievable.
It taught us that there are real things such as monsters and imaginary that exists in the world. What we also learned when we were children, was that no matter how scary a story may be, there was always a happy ending to go along with it.

Now, adulthood is different. It teaches realism. It teaches us  that the monsters and fairy-tales we learned as children don't actually exist, but were solely used to provide an entertaining experience for us as youngsters.
What is terrifying is when you reach an age where you discover both childhood and adulthood were wrong. There is such a thing as real-life monsters, but there isn't always that little thing known as a happy ending to go along with a story.

My birth name is Neveah Deveraux. I don't use that  name anymore given the dark stigma that is attached to it. When I was nine-years-old I was chased by a man with eyes the color of ruby red and skin as pale as a winters snow. I ran a few blocks to make it back to my house only to discover my entire immediate family had been brutally murdered.  My parents. My toddler-aged sister, even my three-month old puppy.

  I'm twenty-five now. 

None of this is going to exactly going to be easy to explain. I don't even know where to begin, honestly. Last year, my biggest concern was wondering how I was going to snag a date to the police commissioners ball with my poor social skills. Now,  I spend most of my free time worrying whether the psychotic  and possibly demonic stalker of mine is going to succeed with kick-starting the apocalypse while also killing me.  In retrospect, it now makes me think my whole lack-of-a-date fiasco wasn't really that problematic.

Personally, I would give absolutely ANYTHING to be able to wake up in a mental institution right now. That way, I could say every horrifyingly scary thing that's happened the last  few months is just apart of my whack-a-doodle subconscious brought on by a traumatic childhood.

I could live in a beautiful bubble of a naïve reality where my biggest concern was just  a broken psyche.
If you're not one of my two closest friends, then this book is most likely in your possession because it means I managed to get myself killed off. I can't say I'm that surprised, really. I'm still way over my head trying to swim through the craziness that's now my life. It never seemed possible I would survive to see a happy ending let alone an ending at all.

 Keep in mind that while you read this journal, it's probably the most detailed of explanations in describing how the world as we know it came to an end.

It explains the differences between fact and falsehoods, and it  also delves into the frightening territory of what was always thought of as make believe and mythology. It doesn't matter what religion you are or what God you do or don't believe, I've come to find that every story  ever told regarding religion or myth stems from some basis of reality.

 Yet, there's not actually a magical land where Gods and monsters exist. Scarily enough, real-life monsters are able to live among us; sometimes right next to us, and sometimes even within us. The devil's offspring are not actually small and frightening creatures with little red  horns atop of their red heads. His children are beautiful, charismatic, and even utterly charming. This is because Lucifer was once an angel; and once was God's favorite. His children hold his same gifts.

By the time you're finished reading it, you'll probably be wishing I was just some crazed  woman practicing at writing a horror story.

If only.

In order to start explaining about it all, I'll have to start from the very beginning; back before it all went  horrifically wrong and utterly terrifying.
Don't say I didn't warn you.