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Xeredahl
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    Hlasy 12
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    Čas 46m
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    Části 6
  • WpHistory
    Čas 46m
Dokončeno, poprvé publikováno srp 29, 2015
Warning for potentially triggering content! (probably mild)

From day one he knew exactly what was expected of him. As a demon born with a type of one of the four horsemen, it was no secret that the next ninety years or so of his life would be meticulously planned out so that he could be sold. If he didn’t prove strong enough to survive until thirty, he would be thrown away as fodder. If he made it, then he would be sold as a showcase, a trophy to demonstrate the immense wealth of his new owner, so rich that they could buy a horsemen demon as a prize.

If he wasn’t sold by ninety, he would be let loose to fend for himself in the outside world, where he would likely be killed within the first few days. Not many demons survived without a pack of their own, and not many packs wanted a rogue demon. Often too much trouble to deal with, so they would kill the rogue.

It was the life that Xeredahl was destined to live. His entire life from the day he was born consisted of three options, and none of them were up to him to decide.

*Credit to Jurikoi on DeviantArt for the cover. It was this drawing that originally inspired this character's creation*
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The Dark Heir to the Second Demon Nobility od DarkerThanTales
Části: 48 Rozepsáno Pro dospělé
"The Dark Heir to the Second Demon Nobility" Once, Gensho was the second heir to a powerful demon noble family, but his childhood was brutally cut short. As a young boy, he was kidnapped by humans-a victim of the endless war between the realms. Yet his captors did not only demand ransom or use him as a bargaining chip. Instead, they chose something far worse... For months, he endured torture, experiments, and relentless humiliation. The humans sought to prove their dominance over demons-to take a noble-born creature and reduce him to a shattered husk. But Gensho, despite the suffering, did not break. He learned the cruel rules of the world, the power hidden in darkness, and the simple truth that the weak are devoured. When his family finally found and brought him back to the castle, he was no longer the same child. He returned different-torn between the past and the being he had become. His older brother, Shinko, wanted to restore what was lost, but Gensho had already realized that this world gives nothing without a price. Now, confined within the castle under strict supervision, everyone believes he has been tamed. But they are wrong. Locked away for too long, something inside him began to twist-quietly, steadily. In the shadows, he chases after every bit of entertainment he can find to hide reality, as if distracting himself from a mind slowly unraveling. And soon, the world will know their doing,their creation. Warning: This dark fantasy contains black humor from chapter 25 onward. The violence is brutal. The jokes are worse. You've been warned.
Nightwalker od Social_Introvert
Části: 67 Dokončeno Pro dospělé
Time didn't matter to her. She got up when the sun did and tried to sleep when the sun went down. because of this seemingly endlessness, she's forgotten her name, she's forgotten her family and she's forgotten everything she use to be. Now she was nothing. Living on the streets of a town begging for money and food from travellers that didn't know who she was, unlike the rest of the town that thought of her as something unnatural even though she doesn't know why. Constantly abused by the townspeople who don't understand her, she is left to die in an alleyway after a horrible run in with three drunk men. She was expecting to die and have her corpse eaten by rats and other vermin. What she didn't expect was to be saved by a woman that was everything but human. "Do you want to live?" This woman asked and when she looked into herself she knew the answer, it came easy through her busted lips. "Yes." From that day on she became something else, something not human, something extraordinary and from that day forth she will serve this woman who saved her life and maybe one day remember her name or be given one by her new Mistress. Maybe one day she'll remember who she was and maybe she'll even find the one person that completes her soul. From that day forth she became a Nightwalker. Completed. This is a lesbian story and contains mature actions between females. There will be warnings at the beginning of the chapter if you do not wish to read such content.
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My Throat is an Open Grave

Části: 13 Dokončeno

Dean didn't get paid nearly enough for the job he did. Seriously. Using the money he had set aside for his missing brother to purchase Lucifer's Prom Dress from a monster auction, and then traveling halfway across the country with Heaven and Hell's most coveted weapon riding shotgun had to be worth more than credit card fraud could provide. And if that wasn't bad enough, the Boy with the Demon Blood just had to be named Sam, didn't he? Sam didn't get paid enough, either, but he was significantly less picky than Dean. He just wanted a family, a place to call home, a chance to find out what hug was like, and maybe a break from the constant nightmares. If that was too much to ask, he would understand, seeing as he was a stupid, disobedient, demon-blooded monster who disappointed every owner he had. Just one thing, then? Maybe? Just an older brother to get in between him and the monsters and pain and nightmares; one who would sometimes, if Sam was a very good boy, call him Sammy and give him hugs. Yeah, that would be nice. That would be more than enough for Sam.