Yeah, sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I've been distracted by Pokemon. ._.'
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He hid it, beneath swaddling and gauze to try and conceal it from the world around him. He didn't want them to know of one of his biggest fault, one of his greatest sins. The thing that set him apart from everybody else in their holy city. He didn't want them to know of it, for the teen knew that the narrow minded people, the ones he walked beside everyday, would never except such a horrid thing; such a devil. With jagged scales and leather like flesh, something that should never be present on a human, it was the very definition of sinful. To be in such a place as Fortuna, where religion was law and everyone is ensnared of the hopeless delusions of a 'Savior', was unconventional and preposterous, like a pure blessed angel leading an army of immoral demons.
He hid it, whether it be with a futile attempt behind his back, or a seamless lie wrapped in bandages. He wanted to hide it from all of Fortuna, no, from all the world so efficiently that even he himself would start to believe in the beautiful mirage. He wanted for them to accept him, even if it was minuscule. He would rather people not approach out of pity of a supposed unable limb than of paralyzing fear for their lives, or let their eyes ignore him than be set in a discussed and harsh glare. Most of all, he hid it from her, an angel of a woman who's singing could make the coldest of hearts melt. He disguised himself in front of the one he held so dear and so close to his own chilled heart, Kyrie. He did not want to taint her purity, her light, with his own darkness. He did not want to turn her into the same retched thing as himself, and...he never wanted to feel her rejection nor hear the words 'I hate you' ever pass her lips. It seemed as though such words were never meant to be voiced with her angelic call. So to save her and his own cowardice self, he took a large cloak made out of broken truths, fabricated realities and twisted lies and draped it over the tree of the knowledge of good and evil,* covering his own being in the process. He would stay there until the truthful light flooded his senses once again, his only reminder as the faint glow of his cursed appendage.
He knew one day someone was going to tear it all down, was going to destroy all the carefully placed falsity and make him show his true nature. He acknowledged this fact, do not mistake him as someone naive of the harsh world around him, but he wanted to live in a fairy tale. He wanted to live in a dream where there were no scrutinizinggazes and he could unravel all the untruth words that ever passed his lips, but he merely shield himself from the truth, the disturbed, harsh, hateful reality, like a child. He wanted to keep on living the falsified normalcy he had constructed over the period of his life, he didn't want it to all crumble around him. He still wanted to stay in a magition's illousion that he wasn't just a hated devil, that he was loved.
THE END
*The tree of the knowledge of good and evil is the tree of which Adam and Eve were forbidden to eat from in the holy bible.*