Hell Bound

Start by pulling him out of the fire and
hoping that he will forget the smell.
He was supposed to be an angel but they took him
from that light and turned him into something hungry,
something that forgets what his hands are for when they
aren't shaking.

When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, wounds/injury, death, adult language, adult content, mentions of SA

(Disclaimer: No part of this story was created using AI, aside from basic spell-checking. I do not authorize any part of this story to be scraped and/or used to train AI. My stories will be removed PERMANENTLY if I find out they have been used to train AI. I do not condone the use of AI for fanart).