He was innocent...
They were cruel...
His eyes were bright...
Their eyes were dark and clouded, reflecting their tainted souls, which were darker than midnight...
At first, they despised him, and only had the motive of using him as satire, to ridicule him, to bring him down.
But, slowly, yet surely...he began to become the light in their dark worlds...
Now they will never let him go. Not now, not ever..
"ð——ð—¼ð—»'ð˜ ð˜†ð—¼ð˜‚ ð—´ð—²ð˜ ð—¶ð˜, ð—§ð—®ð—²ð—µð˜†ð˜‚ð—»ð—´?? ð—¬ð—¼ð˜‚ ð—°ð—®ð—»ð—»ð—¼ð˜ ð—¹ð—²ð—®ð˜ƒð—² ð˜‚ð˜€...ð˜†ð—¼ð˜‚'ð—¿ð—² ð—¼ð˜‚ð—¿ð˜€. ð—¡ð—¼ð˜„ ð—®ð—»ð—± ð—³ð—¼ð—¿ð—²ð˜ƒð—²ð—¿."
You sold your soul to the devil. It's plain and simple.
You craved love and affection and no amount of studying or hard work got you anywhere. You got pushed around and you felt as if the world was falling down on top of you.
This was your only hope, and you were going to do absolutely anything in your power or the underworlds power to get it. Yet when you stood in front of your mirror at 3am summoning your assigned demon with blood trickling down your arm, you weren't expecting this.
How could something so evil..... look so beautiful?
How could a black heart.... hold so much warmth within it?
And how could his crooked smile.... be so loving?
.....
However, nothing is as it seems.