She remembers being born, springing from a stream of liquid fire.
She was a small bundle of skin and teeth and horns, screaming a horrible scream.
Red as flame with the face of a pretty, little baby--
and an aura of doom.
She grew quickly, and took her place at The Gate with the hound, Cere--
riding herd on the Souls that flare out in hope of escape--
and facing the rare entity that comes seeking entry, outside the bounds of Karma.
Once, she even came up against the one known as Siddha.
She found herself defenseless, but afterwards, The Prince did not punish or even admonish her—unusual for Him.
She reveled in her Nature until one day, she was feeding Cere his honeycakes and she realized—he was her pet, she cared for him, she loved him.
She loved. It was the love for a pet, the affection for a beast, but it was Love.
And everything changed—she changed.
Now she secretly dreams, though she is unsure of anything being hidden from The Prince, of someplace different, something different--
for herself—and her friend Cere.
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She Devil Passigatti
The Concept Of Evil Elnur Amikishiyev
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