DemonSlayer5050
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Ok, since people have been asking, I'll post part of Chapter one that i have completed.
My past is a nameless chaos. I was initially destined to be a tool used to protect society from its most dangerous inhabitants. That plan failed. I became much more controlling than the scientists wanted me to be, dominant enough to take my existence into my own hands. No one could contain my power. I had gone from society’s new savior to a tainted, malicious angel of darkness. The scientists knew it. So, they found a way to lock me up in a tube with a bizarre liquid that would keep me in an eternal sleep. I’d still be trapped inside that infinite rest if it wasn’t for him. He found me and released me from the never-ending curse I was forced to endure until the end of time. I would pay my gratitude by serving him for all time. I would use my abilities not to my advantage, but to his, I at least, owed him that. Though he seemed to not be concerned with death, I still found it my obligation to shield him from his enemies’ attacks. I didn’t anticipate him to feel any appreciation toward my protection, but I still ponder about his contemplation toward me guarding him. Sometimes I wonder why he freed me. I every so often wish I could ask him, but fear triumphs over my psyche and I lose all sense of asking. I suppose you are wondering what I could possibly fear. I, at times, fear him. No matter what I can do, his authority always seems to reign over mine. The idea of his influence makes me shudder in horror. I may work for him, but I will never deny the fact that his ability to cause so much anarchy is beyond frightening. Even more bloodcurdling than his dominance is his wicked smile. Part of me wants to run away from this malicious anarchist, but I can’t. I realize this is my destiny, to assist a sinister demon in his devilish plots against humanity. But I suppose we all have our quirks. I still remember the instant I met him. Like it all happened yesterday, I remember it. I believe this is where my story begins.
That's it so far :3
My past is a nameless chaos. I was initially destined to be a tool used to protect society from its most dangerous inhabitants. That plan failed. I became much more controlling than the scientists wanted me to be, dominant enough to take my existence into my own hands. No one could contain my power. I had gone from society’s new savior to a tainted, malicious angel of darkness. The scientists knew it. So, they found a way to lock me up in a tube with a bizarre liquid that would keep me in an eternal sleep. I’d still be trapped inside that infinite rest if it wasn’t for him. He found me and released me from the never-ending curse I was forced to endure until the end of time. I would pay my gratitude by serving him for all time. I would use my abilities not to my advantage, but to his, I at least, owed him that. Though he seemed to not be concerned with death, I still found it my obligation to shield him from his enemies’ attacks. I didn’t anticipate him to feel any appreciation toward my protection, but I still ponder about his contemplation toward me guarding him. Sometimes I wonder why he freed me. I every so often wish I could ask him, but fear triumphs over my psyche and I lose all sense of asking. I suppose you are wondering what I could possibly fear. I, at times, fear him. No matter what I can do, his authority always seems to reign over mine. The idea of his influence makes me shudder in horror. I may work for him, but I will never deny the fact that his ability to cause so much anarchy is beyond frightening. Even more bloodcurdling than his dominance is his wicked smile. Part of me wants to run away from this malicious anarchist, but I can’t. I realize this is my destiny, to assist a sinister demon in his devilish plots against humanity. But I suppose we all have our quirks. I still remember the instant I met him. Like it all happened yesterday, I remember it. I believe this is where my story begins.
That's it so far :3