The Hunter is charming and deadly. The Hunter knows if he or she is a hunter. Those traits are embedded in their blood from birth. The taste for blood and power makes them members of the superior class. No union between Hunters and Lures is well accepted by the community. The Lures are lower class creatures that are meant to be destroyed. They reproduce unusually fast and threaten the survival of the middle and upper classes. The Hunters hardly ever become Lures but it is a possibility that everyone dreads.
As I’m intending to keep it cool, he rushes into the soul. But I’m still dead, though with his joyful spirit the abysm becomes more than a bearable place to be, my soul, refuses to give in. Quite aware that it might slip through my veins and get to my heart, I’d still risk it all. _________________________________________________________________________________ Sweet little demon, that’s me. I have to remind myself that I have everything figured out, that I already passed through this, and I am in fact a feather being taken away by the wind. Nothing new, the demon, now the person whose demons have possessed is confident that there is no better company than that of hers. She’s always known it. But just like lies, the truth has to be studied so you don’t forget about it when you’re telling it. The person needs to know that they all rank way down below, that in the end, the intensity will feel like a dream, one of those you don’t remember well and question if it really happened at all....
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