Black wings

It wasn’t visible to the human eye. The blackness that swarmed around him like poison; it had consumed him long ago it was ugly, and yet beautiful at the same time; like drops of blood in water. To any normal human he would have been seen as the “bad boy” and father’s worst nightmare. For, from his physical appearance he didn’t look like a goody too shoes. He had black hair that was short but partly covered one eye, as for his eyes, they were such a dark brown that they were often mistaken for black. His skin was pale except he always had plush red lips. His teeth were almost blinding and perfect, so whenever he smiled; his smile that made people shrink back with both delight and fright, they would be forced to look at his teeth. There was no doubt about it, Grayson was handsome in a bad boy type of way. But he was trouble, trouble like none you had ever seen before, or will ever see again. There were rumors that he’d killed people and gotten away with it, that a demon possessed him. None of these things were rumors though; they were the real merciless truths. Grayson was like no other, he was nothing like he seemed, people underestimated him often, but in all his glory he was far worse that what people saw or expected. When he spoke the words dripped off his tongue like blood. Indeed it is true that Grayson is a demon, a fallen angel sent from the deepest depths of hell to complete the works of Lucifer himself. Now only a few people walk among you who know where the world’s darkest and bloodiest secrets lie; with Grayson. And here I am, to learn them for myself, to join those who know the secrets. I may be your closet friend the person you trust the most or your worst enemy. Underestimate no one, for no one is safe.