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DEMON CRY
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Ongoing, First published Sep 06, 2016
The worst demons lurk within us 
I Story about a prince who is cursed and a girl who is bound to him I
His monstrous eyes would strike fear into any man or demon but she stood staring into them. It was not because she was afraid. It was because of the way he looked at her. He looked confused, his head tilted slightly. She surprised herself by boldly touching his face. The snarls died immediately. It was followed by a deafening silence rhythmically broken by his laboured breathing. 
His eyes cleared. She could see the bright blue that sent her heart soaring. But the moment lasted while it could. 
"Amara, run!"
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The Divisions Volume I

10 parts Complete

-Completed- Ranked #10 in Divisons on 6/10/2019 When I was younger my mother would tell me stories, and not stories about true loves kiss or fairy godmothers; no, unlike most parents my mother was honest, she didn't lie to her children. It was one of the many things that I loved about her and one of the many things I hated. For years every night, I would beg for her to let the princess live and let the dragon die but she never listened. I'm glad she didn't, she was preparing me. Preparing me for this moment because you see though the seven dwarves and flying boys didn't exist in the real world there was one thing that each story got right, one thing that wasn't just a tale... the monsters. They were everywhere even when you couldn't see them, you felt them. The feeling of someone staring you down, the chills on the back of your neck, those weren't coincidences or cold gusts of wind. Those were us. They were happening and you ignored them. Why do you think when you turned the light off in one room you race to another where it's still on? Why you make sure to cover your feet with the blankets at night? Or why you pull back the shower curtains when you're taking a shit because you fear that someday someone might actually be standing behind them? Waiting for you. Waiting for you to stop noticing, caring, trying. This is not just your fear, well part of it is, but the other parts are because you remember. You remember experiencing this in some way, we just got you to forget. Because everyone forgets about us eventually. I mean it's pretty obvious what we are isn't it? Vampires, demons, bloodsuckers; god, I hated the word. The problem was we weren't the only monsters that shared this place with you. There were many more of us; werewolves, skinwalkers, witches, golems. We all existed, we all just knew how to exist. Monsters have been around before we even knew how to tell their stories.