Demon's Child

Demon's Child

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Aria Snyder had just awakened her new powers as a demon and finds out that her parent's deaths are caused by her. Can she live on knowing that her parents were accidentally killed because of her, or will she accept the fact that she is a demon and live her life in guilt....but there may be more that she doesn't know... {Excerpt from Chapter One: Memories} "I saw black smoke coming from him. He looks like a shadow. A very intimidating one that is. "What do you want?" I say, trying to act brave. I know that I am actually very frightened by everything that is happening." This is my very first Wattpad story! I hope you will enjoy it! ^^ XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx *Warning* This story contains mildly strong language (i.e. cuss/swear/bad words).
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I owed her a proper letter, I didn't write enough, but what could I say. It seemed like everyone else wrote so much more than me, but they probably had more people to write to than just their mom. Every time I tried to tell her what happened with Anne, what the trenches were like, how desperately I had to hold myself together, the agony I was always in, why should she know, what was the point. I never could figure out if it was kind or cruel that demons could never have demonic parents, my mom's humanity meaning she would never know how it was, and sometimes, like now, I wouldn't tell her if I could. I like being her invincible daughter, like no other succubus, how happy she was when I convinced her I would survive this, and I would, but she didn't need to know how, but I couldn't lie. My letter told her I was alive, not sick or injured, that I miss my home, I miss her, that I love her. It was what I could manage, so it had to be enough, she would understand. This is smut with a lot of plot. Content Warnings/Additional Tags (This is intended to be a fun read, but one where characters deal with serious issues). Lesbian Infertility Queer Gender Dysphoria Legal Discrimination Eating Disorders Guns Futa Chronic Pain Bigotry

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