The Protectors of Genesis Book 2 (Hell Bound)
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She could feel it...
"This is the true nature demons...
...Shame...
....Heartless...
...sadness...
...savage abominations...
...pain...
...who are only destined to be beasts...
...emotions she had felt before...
...of chaos ruled by nothing but our own twisted desires.
...emotions she knew well.
Letting out a breath Temptation felt her body begin to change. Scales, sharp and ridge like knives, sprouted out of her skin with blood sipping out as they emerge. Her fangs grew sharper with bitter acidic venom sipping through. And finally, the skin of her forehead began to tear and rip right at the center, revealing red serpent eyes that glowed with unholy red hue.
Temptation then looked down puddle that had form from her own tears. And saw her reflection from weak light piercing the only window in her room. There she saw herself, to horrifying, monstrous, unholy abomination that she was.
"This is who you are Temptation"
Tears began to stream down her eyes.
"You will never be anything more than this".
They kept streaming.
"Demon"
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