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Twisted attachment
It's been 1 year since I escaped from the prison of a life that Beranabus kept me in, it's been 1 year since I have joined the side of demons, joined the side of Lord Loss. Ironically the great demon master who loves nothing more than to greedily devour the suffering of others has saved me from my own. I am no linger the weak Nadia Moore protecting humanity from the inedible, I am no longer tied to Beranabus, I am no longer governed by the rules of what's right. I am Juni swan. Strong, ruefulness incarnated, but above all free. That's all I have ever wanted to be and it was all made possible by my beloved Lord Loss. Thanks to him I am finally able to be the swan my father always said that I would be, the swan that I always wanted to be. For everything that he has done for me I would gladly do anything for my master. Fight, kill and die for him. I would rip out the heart of everything and one I once knew and grind them into dust if he so wished. He will eternally have my gratitude and love.
Lord loss is a demon master; any normal human would see a hideous monster with pale red, lumpy skin which has tiny cracks all over his body with blood oozing out. He has eight mangled arms which aren't as horrific then the two strips of grim flesh which passes for his legs, his eyes are disturbing as well, baring a pair of very dark-red eyes with even darker red pupils, showing the sad evil malice which lies within him. Yet what will really strike fear into the hearts of others is his lack of a heart. Instead there is just a whole that is filled with live venomous snakes that are itching to sink their fangs into its victims flesh. But to me he is the personification of perfection.
He is a Demon master evil to the core. Incapable of recuperating the feelings I have for him. Sometimes I believe that he cares for me that I am more to him then some assistant, some pawn that he uses her and there to drain the life force of unsuspecting innocent victims like children, so he can feed upon not only their fear and creams, but the deep rooting sorrow of their parents when they realise their bundles of joys are dead. Gone forever. I don't mind killing other humans anymore, maybe because in my heart and soul I am no longer one of them. Like any demon I now laugh at their pain, snicker at how they perfectly cry out for mercy, although at the beginning I wasn't like that when I was still Nadia. After my first human kill (a beloved grandmother of 10 grandchildren all of which witnessed my cruelty and suffered from it) I hated myself, hands shaking from guilt, but that all went away when he floated up behind me and whispered in my ear 'My sweet swan' and he's called me that ever since and ever since I have killed when he wanted me to and loved every moment of it.
It's a twisted affection.