If Roses Bleed

He held a knife to the pale girl's throat, brushing her dark red hair off of her cheek.

"Hm... I wonder if pretty roses bleed..." He whispered. "If you did, it'd blend in with your pretty crimson hair, Rosella."

She couldn't see his face and he couldn't see her eyes, but she was terrified... And he certainly knew it...

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What if roses were to bleed?

This is how demons are created.