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Duality
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Complete, First published Oct 13, 2016
A short story about my D&D character. It's written in poetry form, with 16 parts. 

Tieflings are half demons, with discolored skin, animal horns, and long tails. They all have a capacity for good, but there is a lot of fear and hatred against them due to their demonic ancestry, and because of this many end up turning to evil.

Tiefling last names aren't hereditary. Each tiefling chooses their own last name, called a Virtue name, which is a quality that they value or see as the point of life. Khai's frequent change between names represents the dichotomy in his life, between good and evil. Keeping with this theme, all the part names are possible virtue names, which I felt represent the overall theme of each part.
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The Demon King

49 parts Complete Mature

*word of advice, if poorly written books annoy you don't read. If you do you better not complain in my comments lol* Never steal from kings. Especially the king of demons. She hadn't expected her young brothers to steal, she hadn't thought of that scenario or what she would do. So she does what she does best, put those who she loves the most above herself. "I'm sick of this. I'm sick of you!" He bellowed in my face. I took the mask off, "I just need you out of my fucking system." He says as he stalks closer to me. Our chests press together, I look at him coldly. Tears stingy my eyes and my throat tight. "Do what you have to do, my king." He rips the necklace right off my neck.