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I'm Not a Weapon......Not anymore(Hated Human Crescent Rose)
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Ruby Rose Was My Wielder,My Creator,My Partner,My Friend and............My Love....Until She Wasn't!I thought I was Her everything,Her Baby,Her Sweetheart,Her Love But No,It was all A Lie!I was NOTHING To her....Nothing but a Tool and That's all i ever Would've been but......Not Anymore,Not ever Again!I'll try to find My purpose in Life And I DON'T NEED HER!even if i'm on my own,I'll be Okay....because I'm Not a Weapon!.....Not anymore at least.
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Ruby's knuckles were perpetually white, her jaw clenched as she fought the constant, internal war. The demon's voice was an insidious whisper, a cold stream of promises and cruel insults that tried to shatter her resolve. It promised power, the end of her pain, but she saw it for what it was: a cage. She could feel its influence in the tremor of her hands, the flashes of cold contempt that tried to overtake her every thought. It was an exhausting, unending battle waged in the quiet confines of her mind. But Ruby was not fighting alone. When the darkness threatened to consume her, she had her anchors. The steady, unwavering gaze of her friend, a hand on her shoulder that was warm and real, a lifeline against the demon's chilling touch. She would listen to their laughter, their mundane stories, and feel the cold tendrils of the demon's grip loosen, if only for a moment. They saw through the unnatural stillness in her eyes and loved the person she was beneath the demon's influence. Their belief in her was the fuel for her resolve. It was not just a battle for her own soul, but a fight to stay connected to them, to the world she loved. The demon would hiss about her weakness, but she would counter it with the memory of a kind word, a shared joke, the quiet comfort of their presence. She would refuse to let the power and the darkness within her take over, not because she was strong enough on her own, but because she had something-and someone-worth fighting for. A/n I do NOT own RWBY, all rights reserved to rooster teeth and Monty Oum. The Art I Use is NOT Mine it belongs to the rightful owners and so does the music.
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