The beginning of the end

POV...

When he first awoke it was to push the shell out of his way. He was only a baby at the time but he was quick to learn and move about. His little wings fluttered behind him as he crawled and his scaled tale dragged right after him. The little sharp horns on the top of his head aloud for him to ram into objects and cause mass chaos.

Even when he was freshly hatched the beings were instantly there to take care of him. The tall demon like creatures always helped him and raised him like he was a god. He never really had a true family, if you don't count his care takers, as a child but that would change when the black feathered man flew by.

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Sorry I'm not good at descriptions. Pls read my little yaoi!