❝Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn into poetry. All the blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.❞
A story of a half breed, half human half demon, that walked the earth hated. She learned of selfishness and blood lust far soo...
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Since she could remember, she was seem as the worlds parasite. Too kind for demons, too different from humans. Unable to fufil the role made for her as she was told. Stumbling over her own feet, falling onto her hands and scraping them up till they bleed. Yet still, she scrambled to her feet again and begged to not be given up on.
Never truly at home no matter where she went. The girl, caught between two worlds, felt a profound and all-encompassing loneliness that seemed to seep into every corner of her being. As a half-breed, neither fully human nor fully demon, she found herself rejected by both sides, each viewing her as an outsider, an anomaly that did not belong.
From humans, she faced suspicion and fear. They saw her demonic heritage as a threat, something to be wary of and shunned. Whispered rumors followed her wherever she went, and even the kindest of human faces turned cold when they learned of her true nature. She felt the sting of their mistrust, the weight of their prejudice pressing down on her, making her feel like an outcast in her own world.
From demons, the rejection was equally harsh, if not more so. They viewed her human side with disdain, considering her weak, impure, and unworthy of their acceptance. The contempt in their eyes and the cruel words they hurled at her cut deep, leaving scars that seemed to never heal. Among her own kind, she was a pariah, a symbol of everything they despised.
