The next day Abyss paced around, her warm bear feet chilling on the cold wood floors of her shared house. She then walked to Crowen’s room and opened the door to see inside. The boys room was a mess it had clothes everywhere. His backpack was next to his bed and a sliding door lead to his closet. Crowen was asleep in his bed. He softly snored with the front half of his body hanging off his bed. This put a smile on the demon's face, she left the room and sat down on the couch and closed her eyes.
With her eyes closed her mind wandered to her past. First to the many years she spent in an asylum though the memories were faint the pain was burned into her mind. Then to when Kalon found her, Kalon was a demon and served the leader of the underworld, he was much nicer than people had been. After he saved her from the place he took her to the underworld, the king himself had changed her into a demon. Abyss had become the leader of the demon armies, but before that, Kalon trained her to use her darkness as a way to attack and defend. Abyss kept looking back at her past and soon images of a small boy about 5 or 6 played, Crowen, becoming his familiar was never part of her life plans. It was a shock to the demon and any parent the knew about her. Crowen’s mother and father had tried to hide the fact of her being a demon and made a deal with her. Even though they were dead Abyss kept her side of the deal and their side of the deal was never completed, but in the little time she spent with Crowen and his parents made her think of the times she had with Kalon. To this day she missed Kalon, but because of Kalons untimely death she became second in command. Abyss opened her eyes when she felt a few drops of something on her face. She was crying. Abyss sat up and whipped the lines of salty water off her face. She looked around time had passed senes she laid down, she huffed and looked to the hallway. Crowen’s door was partially opened and a loud THUD rang out.
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Memento Mori (Complete)
FantasyHis name is Crowen Longfield, he is 14, and his favorite thing to wear is a long trench coat. Under that, a blue tank top and a pair of black jeans. We're not here to talk about his looks, though we could go on for pages. He has a demon familiar, mo...