"Who exactly are you?" The demon smiled a little.
"I don't have a name, per say, more of a label," he faced me. "My master has to give me a name, and seeing as I'm free of a contract, I only have my title. I'm one of the seven deadly sins, the eldest," he bowed dramatically. "The First Deadly Sin of Pride, at your service."
"Pride?" I repeated. My heart stopped. The seven deadly sins were globally known for their ill-temperament and unrivalled power. To make a contract with one would often result in the death of the contracted human. They either died from their newly acquired powers thanks to the contract, or, in more gruesome cases, were killed by their demon's hand.
"Are you scared?" He asked, his voice cocky. I glared up at him. "I can see why, humans can't exactly hold a candle to a demon's power."
"Hardly," I shot. "Now you listen here chump, I didn't drag my lazy ass out of bed just to have you tell me how much I suck. I came here for a god damned contract. And I don't care what the hell you say, you will make a contract with me, whether you like it or not." Pride whistled lowly at me.
"And why should I? I have no reason to," he leered.
"Simple, you can either go back to rotting in purgatory, or you can regain whatever physical form you had and live again. Choose, an eternity bound to Hell, or an eternity bound to me."
*This is Purely fantasy*
I'm Rose. I am 50% witch, about 25% vampire and about 25% she-wolf (Werewolf).
My father IS half warlock and half vampire.
My mother WAS half witch and half she-wolf (werewolf).
I had two older siblings but they passed away on their sixteenth birthdays.
One of them was my brother, I never really knew him, I was in our mother's womb at the time. He died after he shifted his first time because he was never told about his genes and what they meant (he died from shock).
The other one was my sister, I kind of got to know her, but when she passed I was only 6. She also died after her first shift, but not because she was clueless. She had been told TOO much about her genes and what they meant. When she shifted, she tried to stop it because she was scared of her wolf.
After my sister passed so did my mother, she was severely depressed and couldn't take the thought of me leaving her too early. Before she died, she told my father everything about herself and her werewolf roots. She only survived until my dad knew everything, it seemed like that was all that mattered, like she knew she was going to die.
I have been taught the ways of my ancestors, werewolf, vampire and witch, slowly so I can absorb it all properly.
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This story is about me, a young girl, with a lot of issues. I always am treated like trash by my rude human stepmother. Around my father, she's completely innocent but when he isn't, hell just about breaks loose. When I turn sixteen I will leave my father and house to move in with either the vampire lord or the werewolf's alpha.
What happens when I have two possible mates?
What happens when one person I really thought I could trust hurts me almost beyond repair?
And what happens to hybrids that seek a second chance?
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WARNINGS:
There is swearing, abuse, mature sections, etc.