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The Devil's Deed
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Ongoing, First published Apr 28, 2019
Mature
1880. The year this story starts. My birthday or in other words my death...

My mother gave birth to me. However, it wasn't a joyous day, I was dying slowly, in excruciating agony.

My mother sang me all of her favourite lullabies, as well as smiling every time she was around me and when the night came, she would scream and beg for mercy upon the family or in particular me, the help she desperately sought for never came. 

Until one day someone answered her cries for help... 

Lucifer.
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.