The Good Sin
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"Is there a reason you're stalking me?" "I wouldn't call it stalking. I'd say...selective following. After all, it's not everyday that I see a demon thingy casually buying groceries. I'm a bit curious as to why you're here." Az growled under his breath, finally realizing where the feeling of hatred had come from. "Fucking angel spawn." Then he paused, his eyebrow arching against his will, and he began waving his bag of groceries around. "And, I don't know, whatever could I be doing at a grocery store? It couldn't possibly be grocery shopping." The Nephilim's smirk widened. "Well, if you're doing something so," his smirk morphed into a sneer, "mundane, you must not be worth the effort. See you, demon thingy." He snapped his fingers and disappeared just as Az opened his mouth. "Cambion!"
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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