Devil's Huntress

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I find it funny how everything I do, is to protect my family. And they are the ones who hate and despise me. If they ever found out the truth of the dark secrets that lie in our past, I would probably be excepted again. But in a strange and unusual way, I didn't want to be. I'd ask myself, do they deserve what I do for them? And the answer will forever be no. But sadly, I can't turn my heart to stone and hate their guts. Because I know, my family is the only thing that is keeping me sane and helping me resist the evil.

Every time I take a life, I can feel myself slipping closed and closer to the edge. The darkness is grasping my ankles and slowly pulling me in. Satan is waiting for me to mess up and accidentally give in to his powers of great evil. But I manage to hold on and fight my way back up. Concealing my emotions under this mask that is made out of evil. There is not one day that I have not cried out and begged to go back in time. Selling my soul was a very stupid regret that would now forever be my burden as I continue to live on.

But my parents deserved to die for the sins they did. My mom and dad, ended up being strangers to me because I had only seen the perfection in their characters and not the cold, hard truth.

They were murders,

Liars,

And I couldn't trust them.

Not that they were trusting parents in the first place. Once they heard about my....abilities, it was like I was a foreign animal. Poked and prodded with needles for hours, soon became my daily routine. But it was the parents I saw outside the lab, that brightened my day up. I knew that they were simply acting nice because we were in public but it still felt like they somehow cared for me. Fake or not, they were still my parents and killing then was one of the hardest things I had to endure.

Even if they did, kidnap me from my birth parents.

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A sigh escaped my mouth as I slipped off my ruined shoes and soaked jacket. Raking a hand through my stubborn hair, and glaring at the demon siting on my couch.

"Why are you here, Luke?"

A devious smirk spread onto his mouth as he made a clicking sound with his tongue,

"Why so cold, Honey?"

In a flash, my dagger was pressed against his neck but all he did was let out a low, chuckle.

"Still as violent as ever I see."

Grabbing the neck of his collar, I scowled and took my dagger away from his throat.

"What do you want?"

Amusement, shined in his eyes,

"The boss man, wants you."

Releasing Luke's collar, I ran a hand over my face.

"Well. I'm screwed."

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