You are kneeling in a pool of your own blood being whipped by demons.
Y/n: Hahahahaha!
Deamon 1: Why the fuck is he laughing?
Y/n: You call this pain?
Deamon 2: What?!
Y/n: A year of this "torture" is nothing compared to what my father did to me in a single day. (You mutter this harrowing statement while standing up and straining against your chains)
Deamon 1: Who are you?
Y/n: The man who went through 11 years of a eternal torture only to die, the man who was given a second life and used it to kill the thing responsible for his death, the man who spat in the faces of the counsel of death simply because they opposed the torture I wished to inflict on a beast of the worst kind. (You stand and shater the chains around your wrists and look at the deamons in front of you)
Deamon 2: SHIT!
Y/n: I my be striped of my given power, but I am a reaper, a killer, a siner, but above all . . .
I am the deamon who comes when you call it's name, and let me tell you one thing . . .
Gods, angels deamons they all blead, as does death.
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a Dead Rose (undead abused male reader x rwby)
FanfictionYou are y/n rose the adopted son of Ti Yang. Abused and beaten by your family until one day the beatings went to far carving up your face and killing you. But you had to much rage to remain dead for long. I do not own rooster teeth or any of its cha...
