She's mad.
I can tell it.
I can feel it too.
It's like she could kill me, and not be ashamed of it.
She hates me.
She will.
Her eyes.
Her word.
She should have known that I'm a demon.
I belong in hell.
I'm nothing but a pathetic lost soul.
This is my destiny.
Either if I like it or not.
Her mother had to die.
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Angel of Death (editing)
RomanceHe was not human. That she know Since she was five she suspected his nature How can one fall for a fallen angel A demon from the pit of hell How can one hold so much for him Yes he killed She hated him But she couldn't get enough from him She w...