I’m a demon. My voice trembles as my true form emerges—horns, shadows, centuries of regret. No glamor, no stage lights. Just what I really am… cursed, broken, ashamed. I don’t ask for love. I don’t expect it. I’m not your idol or hero—just someone hoping you’ll make it out alive, even if you can’t look at me the same. I say quietly, as I turn to leave.
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