Demon Wolf named Chris

Chris's Backstory

        We heard an exchanging of words in a room inside the 'dungeon',but it sounded like the same voice. Cara,Sabrina and I peeked around the corner. What we saw was a dark hole.This whole looked like it lead to a completely different universe.
I decided I wanted to get a closer look at the whole. Cara grabbed my arm as I started for the door.I looked back to her and told her that I somehow felt connected to this hole. My skin heated up at the thought and not figuratively. Issy yanked her hand back from the heat.
I than proceeded to walk in the room. I became a dizzy but decided to put that aside. I could hear children's voices coming from the vortex. I reached my hand inside the space that spoke...And then darkness. All I saw after was colors and heard strange sounds.
I reappeared on a hospital floor. I got up and looked around the room. To my shock i saw..My real mother. I never met her and was told that she died giving birth to me. She was making sounds and speaking word s that weren't apart of any language.
Doctors and nurses rushed in. My mother started to scream and toss and turn. The sound was so ear-piercing that I fell to the ground, now with a headache. The doctors strapped my mom to the bed and inserted a needle in her arm. I stared wondering what would happen next. I was born...But something happened in exchange.
My mother's eyes rolled back and then she died. I was born with dark black hair with hints of brown. I had a large red streak in my hair as well. I still have it to this day. My eyes were red with black in place of the white unlike normal eyes.
The nurse who was holding me became intrigued at took me to the nursery. She wrapped me in a blanket and noticed I didn't have normal human ears,instead i had wolf ears. She layed  me down and started singing.I had no mother to care me so she decided to. By the time I was one my ears had turned to normal and my eyes turned a dark brown. This woman became my mother.
She took me home where she stayed. Her husband didn't to much care for me.I still loved her though because she tried to stop him. So I put up with it. He said I was evil and said I had to earn my keep.
His way of me earning my keep was to let him do whatever he pleased with me. He would touch me up my leg and kiss me even though I was young.
Seeing all this and reliving this again hurt. It made me want to die inside. I begged and pleaded for it to go away.I didn't want to see anymore. Then I looked up to see something unforgivable.
When I was 7 she died as well. Her so called husband stabbed her,6 times.He came home drunk that night. He came into my room with a gun in his pocket and a bad intention. My mom ran in the room and jumped on his back.He pulled his knife and took away the very life I loved right in front of my eyes.
  I packed all my clothes and what I needed and ran. I took money and snacks. I also took he little doll that my 'mother' had given to me. I had only lived on the streets for 2 years before someone else took me in.
They abused me emotionally and physically. My teachers questioned this but I just said got in a lot of fights. This technically was not a lie. I would get fights with kids because they pulled my hair or kicked me. Thus I was named a trouble maker,but I didn't care.
I met Cara while going to school in 5th grade.She didn't care about my past so we became best friends.In 6th grade I developed a crush in her and asked her out.She said yes and we have been dating ever since.I love Cara and would do anything to protect her.
The fights and bullying went on until I was 12,2 years after being taken in again. But then,they died too. It seemed that everytime I was with someone,they died,whether they loved me or not. I wanted to run again but this happened while I was at school so the government was at my home when I got there.
I was put in a foster home since i had no known family. I was adopted me almost immediately 3 months later. They only took me in because they were getting paid. They said I should be useful. I cooked and cleaned. They gave me some money if i did really good,so I bought things I needed on the side and stashed it in my suitcase.
My older 'brother' also looked at me funny and felt like I was a threat. He would make me do extra things and threaten to tell about my stash. At fourteen he and his friends raped me after coming home from a party. I couldn't tell because if I did I knew i wouldn't have a place to stay.
Although this was happening,I was fighting the whole time but they were stronger then my and older by 3 years. I fell into a depression but continued to work. I talked to Cara about it and she told me it was gonna be ok.She convinced her parents to pay for therapy to help me.We both went together. Im now 15,but my foster parents and brother are still alive.
The image if the Demon Lord then popped up. It showed him giving me the liquid that reawakened my demon.

*Hey guys isnt this great I posted again and it didnt even take 3 days. Whoppie.
*This seems like a dark backstory but I thought I should give one since Christy is my first OC. She represents me as a demon.....Who am i kidding,NO OME CARES😂
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