Like any other day I was strolling through the graveyard my blood was the coldest it's been in ages. I know I am a demon but there's usually a little warmth but not today. the fog engulfed me as quick as it possible could. A thick unpenitable mist with a cold breeze flowing through. I thought that I has been taken by a spirit then and there.
But a sudden scream ubrupted in the distance my ears rithing in agony followed the ear pearsing sound. I knew something was wrong as if it were painful I felt pity on a young, Brocken soul. I could sense that whomever it came from was in danger.
Lowing behold it was a little orphan by the name of hanna. She was in perfect health with a strong jaw, fair skin, a button nose, purple hair, and Brocken eyes. Not physically but mentally scarred.but she was covered in blood and dirt as if she was trying to escape someone. But she was scared of my appearance as I had long dark wings and horns with dark hands but fair skin. I was a demon. So in my head I decided to take her home and clean her up. As I was encouraging her with ambitious words she tentatively followed until we got to my house. Shaking she ubruptly stoped shaking, trembling, quivering as if she had seen some terrible shit in this house. But then burst out into demonic laughter a compleat contrast to her like two minutes ago.
It now obvious that she has a demonic side otherwise she probably wouldn't of called to my senses. So I took her inside and she immediately went too the torture room. With hesitation I finally opened the door only to behold she somehow knew the names of the toys even ones humans don't usually know. To say the least I was shocked I suddenly knew I had too keep her as my little sidekick.
That's when she went to the middle of the room to the pentagram and tryed to use it but then she realised she was a human.i then thought what if I turned her into a demon she obviously said yes.
So we got the ingredients such as: ashes from a dead demon chiled not too hard to find, hair from her birth mother, my hair, bones,an item she hold close to her and five red candles. But wait... How do I get hair from her birth mother when she's dead. I could go to her grave and dig her up yeah that should work.
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