The Demon's Blessing

The midnight air froze his body as he laid lifeless on the ground. his pale skin tingling with the sensation of the light rain, dripping and staining his stale face along with the blood splatters from his life-threatening injuries. the lifeless man laid on the cold, moist grass that flooded with fresh, thick blood that seaped through each blade of grass. a shadow hung over the coldly-murdered man, this shadow wasn't a figure of himself, but a figure of what he really was inside. the figure's head hung low as he stared at his lifeless body, eyes glowing a deep red hue before walking off into the deep, dark wooded area before reaching a nearby town, the town he grew up in. the hooded figure glared around at the mortals standing around him, his breath ice-cold as he continued to walk down the street that puddled with water that came down from the light drizzle of rain. the shadow figure came upon his home that was recently owned by past mortal self. his eyes gleaming a blood-red color as he entered the abandoned home. planning his visit to be an eternity long as he sat on the third step of the staircase that led to the second floor of the house. leaning his weary, cloaked body against the wall as he waited..

Waited for something..

waited for someone..

He waited for a miracle..

something other than the sadness and trauma locked in his mind..

He knew what he's done wrong, and now he's going to pay for it..

There he sat on the step, looking over his past life as it was before.. because this figure wasn't of any interest to anything other than a servant to the devil.. a servant to satan..

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▪ Warnings▪
(This story contains: small amounts of gore, a bit of nsfw 🔞 and deep thoughts with the characters and dark concepts as you read this book. So if you're looking for a deep look into this story, please be aware and enjoy♡)