I know I've been side tracked for around 23 hours, but I've decided to get back into the story. Patience levels are -666. Also? Anyone homophobic or against Satan read at your own risk. Not that I care but I don't want to di- that's a lie. Allow me to read back everything I've written because Short-Term Memory Loss...
Oh! Here we are-
"Raven, with me, now." The voice said. This time, it sounded normal, yet still intimidating. I found the strength to move my arm, but only by a few inches. A hand fastened around my wrist, not tight, but tight enough that it could lead me around without dragging me.
"Who are you?" I muttered. My voice quietened as it filtered through my oesophagus and between my tonsils.
"Satan. Welcome to hell, princess." I was absolutely terrified of him, but not at the same time? He protected me. Due to a malfunction with my mental development, I was like a young child instead of a baby. An 'ankle-biter' as he would call me.
I'm not sure if that makes any sense, and to be honest I don't really care. But that's how I met him. There were others like me. Several, actually. There was another... 'One' like me. His name was Radioactive, my corrupted brother of a demon. Striking green eyes, I should say. I like others' eyes, I'm strange like that. Radio wants my worthless soul forced into eternal torture, that I do remember. I don't remember everyone. Only the ones that mattered to me. Don't forget, there were others. They played a huge part in my upbringing, I guess. Especially after 'Mr. Crow' or 'Ghøst' arrived.
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10 Years Later - Starburst
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