The Blue Devil

Bloom of the blue

When a mother holds a child for the first time, usually you would see a smile worth a million on her face. Not a frown of horror. You wouldn't hear a scream of fright, and you most certainly wouldn't see eyes filled with hate.

This is a tale of how the Blue Devil was born...

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Running through the village, and knocking down elder wolfs, while stealing apples from the pack market was the highlight of Lylah's day.

As a clever minded teen, she had nothing entertaining to do but cause trouble. She had no friends, nor family. Just the foster pack house.

Her mother had killed herself after giving birth to a child of blue hair. Leaving a poor baby to herself, no one wanting her, so reluctantly the pack foster home took her in.

She belonged to the Shadow Night pack, where her mother grew up and where she died.

Having unmistakable blue hair, she is easily spotted upon the pack as the cursed one. For some odd reason, they think blue hair is a curse. At least that's what they always told her, "Your blue hair is the reason why your mother killed herself!"

Lylah just learned to ignore their rude comments, and turn her head when they casted hatred eyes towards her. She learned to live with it, to tolerate being the packs outcast.

She ended up not being phased by loneliness. She chose not to be weak, so she became cold hearted, and mean.

She knew how to fight and use a knife. She knew how to steal and be sneaky. She thought, "If a Blue Devil is all they see, then a Blue Devil is what they'll get!"

She ran through the market, stealing expensive clothes and delicious foods. She knocked down people's booths and stands. All this while being chased by pack inforecments. It made adrenaline course through her veins like a raging river.

She could do this all day she thought, in fact she had for 13 years. She started her Blue Devil acts when she was barely 4, and for 13 years it's been that way ever since.

The 17 year old, had been trouble since she was just a child.

She had made it to her hiding spot, without being caught. She set down the stolen goods to see what she managed to catch today. "Let's see, we have a beautiful white lace shirt, a pair of nice jeans, a seasoned leg of a chicken, some French bread, and two blue moon earings." She said counting off the items.

Lylah stuffed all the things into her bag, taking munches out of the chicken leg in her hand. "Mhmmm, yummy!" She rubbed her belly.

Walking back to the foster home, she saw a pair of red eyes. They sent chills down her neck. She carefully pulled out her Sapphire daggers and got in a stance.

She smelled the air, "Rouge." She growled out. Mind linking the alpha, "Alpha Derek, I have spotted a Rouge on the west side of the pack."

He had responded with in a minute, "Thank you, Lylah. I am sending wolfs over." She nodded keeping her stance.

Alpha Derek has been the only one not scared of her. He didn't think of her as a curse. He actually made her a warrior. Seeing as there was no way the whole pack would like her to attend school. He trained her instead. He gave her books to read, giving her access to knowledge.

"A child is a child, nonetheless blue hair or not." Alpha Derek has always told her that.

Giving her a reason to stay alive.

The Rouge advanced in her direction. She stayed on defense. She heard pounding against the floor, just then a bunch of Rouges came out of no where. She flashed them her silver eyes. Making one of them whimper, and step back a bit.

She smirked and switched to offense. Two Rouges lunged at her. She kicked the snout of one, he flew against a tree. The other she stabbed in the neck. The Sapphire daggers glowed when the moon hit it. Next thing she knows, pack warrior's are there to finish the job. She put her daggers away, and started walking to the foster house.

Stepping into the door she immediately got chewed out by the foster mom. "Why are you late!? You know I never wanted to have to take care of you, you selfish mutt! You should be grat-" Blah, blah, blah... Lyah tuned out her bickering.

When she was in her quarters, she put the stolen goods into her duffle bag. She wants to store up on clothes and food so she can leave this place.

"I could actually leave tomorrow," she thought. "Tomorrow it is!"