Chapter One

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My soul,
My heart.
Dark. Bottomless.

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The boy stumbles into a dark corner of an alley. He pants, hard, his chest burning.

He bites down hard on his hand. Hot, wet blood explodes from the teeth marks, drips onto the cobbled pavement.

No... Not now...

He scrunches up his face, his whole body convulsing uncontrollably.

That pain... That searing pain, in his back...

I can't hold on... No...

Then it comes.

He crumples to his knees, sinking his teeth deeper into the gush of blood. His skin rips, blood trickling out of the two wide gashes on his back.

Without looking back, he knows that his wings have unfurled. Again.

His Devil's wings, black as the night, downier than the downiest feather.

It is a curse. A curse he has to live with.

He is a Child of the Devil.

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