origins concept ( a work in progress )
the circumstances encompassing , are rather intriguing . .
far from a blessing ,
and nothing short of a curse ─ the hand dealt to you . an unfortunate chain of events that you'll cruelly pay for , all in the mistake of another . it's unfair .
undeserved . however , who's to determine
you're any special ? distinguished from all the rest ? mercy isn't a thing well-known amongst devils , and it
certainly won't extend to you .
dog consumes dog and the cycle repeats in a clockwork .
that's your blueprint , and the journey through hell is a long one . it'll shape you , of course . that's a given . for the better ? who's ever to say . regardless , it remains a double-edged sword that eviscerates . and
you ─ you still bleed diseased blood .
it'll never leave you .
born in secret to an outlaw on the run , your existence kept sheltered away from forbidding eyes and sharp teeth as best as it possibly could , for as
long it possibly could . your mother tried her best to keep you safe . .
she really did . but even her greatest efforts were wasted . sooner or later , secrecy would no longer be granted . they'd find you both eventually , and her karma would double back . but perhaps she already knew that , and what awaited when they did . . they'd kill her ─ under the allegations of conspiring with a hunter . they'd kill
you too ; for your supposed lineage , though , it's only speculation ─ exactly what
you are . guess you can call it
guilty by association , regardless that you're only a child . offspring of wolf and human .
it's assumed you're their bridge between worlds ─
you're certainly no pureblood . however , you
are a threat towards communal security and direct compromise of ancient law . they'd take no chances , allowing you to live . not when you're the token of your mother's treason . it's only a matter of time before they make do on those ambitions . you somehow luck out , however , when they
do . they're not the only one who's eye you've caught , but the interests of a particular . .
witch as well .
her name's agnes , and it sits like a stain upon your tongue when you speak it . you don't know her now ─ she has no ties to you , as you don't her ─ but you
will .
you will . and the skeletons she'll leave behind , will be left to rot in
your closet .
