34 partes Concluida I actually did this story about over a month ago, I had just accidentally deleted it, so......yeah. Don't judge please!
But, needless to day I am doing the story again so please read, if you like cool, if not, cool. I just love writing.
So this story is based off of the villain's perspective. Here we go.
No-one has ever loved me. Not one, except my mother, but she is dead now. Because of one word.
Humans.
They think they know everything, always trying to better the world when they are actually destroying it. Yet they blame me for everything, everything. Not one of them is different. They're all the same. I should know, since they are always out to get me almost every single day.
But why do they blame me? I don't know, it's just in a mortal's nature to point the finger at someone else.
It's stupid though. They know nothing of my story. Nothing of the Other Side.
