"Monsters aren't born. They are created.
Not from the imagination of someone's deepest fears, but from tangible negative energy. Darkness formed from cruelty, pain, and evil.
That is how Devil was made; How I came to be."
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"When I was a child...
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⚠️ Warning. This chapter contains sensitive content that could be triggering. There will be no warning before it happens. There is also fluff, and I mean A LOT of fluff, this is your warning. You may die of adorableness. ⚠️
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Waiting for his breathing to deepen, I lay there for two hours just to make sure he wouldn't wake up.
The last couple of days has been so surreal... having learned all that I did.
Warrick, my light... wasn't Just Warry, he was also Devil and my Wolfie. That there are three souls with the same face, but vastly different personalities, sharing the body of the man that I love.
Waking up to him this morning, seeing a stranger's eyes staring down at me with a face full of only what I could describe as awe and wonder. His smokey eyes were so unlike Warry's crystalline silver eyes and who I now knew to be Devil's stormy grey ones, it was confounding how I never noticed it before.
