Louis Tomlinson thinks that he's the only half-demon on Earth. Born in Hell, he never got to experience what it was like to be a normal human. He is lonely, emotionless, and is bitter from a dark past. An unexpected turn of events changes all of that.
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The girl laughs, her voice empty of humor. "No, Louis, you're not. You're not human. Don't even try to lie. Well, maybe that is--" she points to my black ring, imprinted into my skin forever, and my eyes narrow. "--but the rest of you isn't."
"Oh yeah? Then what am I, a vampire?" I snort, trying to cover up my amazement. There's no way she's a demon. I thought I was the only living demon in the universe. I change my voice to impersonate two different people. "How long have you been seventeen? A while." I laugh humourlessly, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"No," she leans closer, her nose almost touching mine. "You're a demon."
"How..." I'm actually surprised, for the first time in my seventeen years of what I call life. "How do you know?"
The girl sticks out her own pinky, a band of black encircling it.
"I'm one as well."
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