The Forgotten Sin of Death

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Written: 5th October 2020
Edited: 27th January 2021

There's always a down side when I become a mortal.

I get some of the personality of my "parents"

Thankfully the first time around my parents were good, kind hearted people.

Not these people.

"My god that things ugly."

'Bitch'

"Honey... that's our daughter."

"No way this little thing is ugly as shit."

"I call my little shit 'lil shit'"
The man sweat dropped.

"How about ( y/n )?"

The women who held the quiet babe in her arms 'hmm'ed as she thought of the name.

"Sure I guess but I'll still call her my lil shit."

"Hello ( y/n ).."
my "father" said gently as he looked at me in admiration.

I guess opposites do attract.

It also didn't help that they were from the demon race.

A few months later they quickly discovered I wasn't normal as I can speak clearly and write.

Oh and they can sense my magical power at 3k

So because of that. Dearest mother wouldn't let me leave the house but instead do weapon training with her.

"Mother?"

"Yes lil shit?"

"I wish to go outside and make friends."

"Permission denied."

I pouted crossing my arms together as she threw a knife at me which I caught with two fingers and threw it to the door knob.

"I want to go fucking outside mother."

Her eyes lit up then I knew I was dead

She stomped over to me grabbing the back of my neck while her tongue turned to that of a snake. As devil horns and tail popped out.

Mother was in Murder mood.

"Lil shit? Who taught you that word?"

'You'
Is what I would've said but that look in her eyes made me scared for my life so out of clear panic I quickly said.

"Father taught me that word mother. Father did it."

Her eyes turned into silts as we slowly approached the front door.

Father was gunna be a dead man soon.

Poor guy. All he ever did was provide food on the table.