"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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I gaze into the choppy seas of her oceanic eyes, her once neatly parted and sleeked-back hair now splayed out in crazy dirty blond curls tucked under a bright yellow sunflower bandana. The grey dress and bleached white apron were replaced with flour-covered overalls and a fitted black turtle neck. Matching sunflower clogs and an apron tied around her waist read 'I'm not short, I'm just concentrated awesome.'
She was a whole other person than the person that left me all those months ago. Almost a year now. She looked livelier and her skin was free of bruises. Her eyes are now full of light and surrounded by heavily mascaraed lashes. Her cheeks were pinkened and not pale and her red painted lips were parted open in surprise, just how I'm sure mine looked now.
She was the last person I ever thought I'd seen again. Daddy had fired her over something that was my fault and I never saw her again, but I had assumed he killed her. Just like all the other hired help I've seen around through the pitiful window that offered me my only semblance of escapism.
The floor around her feet was covered in food trays from the dining hall, and spatters of today's breakfast decorated the tile floor and the folded hems of her coveralls.
Such a waste of perfectly good pot roast hash and gravy...
We stood there staring at each other, my initial shock of seeing her wearing off and now my stomach was churning with contempt. A feeling that had been blossoming inside me every time I thought of the woman who I looked up to like a mom, who I thought loved me and cared about me. Who was my only anchor in a world that had brought me nothing but pain and misery since Mommy died and Daddy locked me away in the attic until Dante rescued me.
