"I may look like an angel, like I need some glowing wings and a halo all up in here; but I crawled up here from hell."
I, Tempest Devyst, am a demon, born and bred in hell.
But, as always, there's a catch.
Unlike my perfectly 'normal' counterparts I, the strange one, have flowing blonde hair and sharp (they will cut you..) lilac eyes that radiate light, just like an angels.
You have no idea how much these rejections scar you inside and out.
My skin has been marred by many a demon, those who think I am a freak of nature.
I am weak, or so they said.
On her 16th birthday she changed on the inside, the darkness took her, stole her.
Not like they cared.
She was scared, or so they said.
She murdered all her tormentors that night, the largest homicide ever committed in the demonic realm.
So the demon council banished her to earth.
Unknowingly; just giving her a bigger playground.
She is feared, now they say with trembles in their voices.
What she didn't expect, what no one expected, was for her to find her Bound.
Doesn't fate work in the strangest of ways?
Do not steal my work. It is my property. If you steal my work, we will have a problem. Clear? Good.