( Sorcerer of Twillight ￭ DMA Alumnus ￭ Soul Protect Off ) ↫xx
Mama always told me, "don't you run"
"Don't you run with scissors, son
You're gonna hurt someone"
Mama told me, "look before you leap
Always think before you speak, and watch the friends you keep"
Stay along the beaten path, never listened when she said-
Wolfgang huffed indignantly when the demon told him that they don't care about personal space of people. "Psh, of course you are," he rolled his eyes, folding his arms, "You demons are just bloody entitled, running around thinking that you're above all just because you have unspeakable ancient powers." The powers? That he could respect. The attitude? Not so much. Granted, Wolfgang embraced living in the human world so people who don't respect the realm rules were just a bunch of arses. "But yes, I control shadows. My mother was a master of it, she just doesn't show it much because she doesn't like being bothered." Though in reality, Wolfgang's magic wasn't just shadows- he can also control light. The only difference was that he wasn't as skilled as the other. Also, his mother was a powerful Shadow witch underneath all her good-natured heart, even if she was working as a barista in Death City's coffee shop. The scar on her face was still visible so it wasn't like she was that noticeable...
His lip tightened however when the demon asked him about the netherworld, especially about why would Wolfgang leave his birthplace. Honestly, he didn't miss being in the netherworld. So many bad memories and it's just... it feels so stale. Wolfgang also noticed the demon's shadow tail approaching his shadow, which made him squint his glinting blue eyes. His own shadow tendril 'hissed' at the demon and backed off, making it clear that Wolfgang didn't trust him. Sure, maybe he heard this imp a few times being in Death City, but his point still stands. "Just because I'm born in the Netherworld doesn't mean I have to be stuck in there forever," he told him with bitterness in the edges, "My turn to ask questions- who are you? I mean, the grapevine told me about an imp jumping around in Death City, but I never personally met you. Nor bothering knowing." Besides he could always ask his mum and Rhiannon, their age were pretty much ancient at this point.
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Sharp edges have consequences,
I guess that I had to find out for myself
Sharp edges have consequences, now
Every scar is a story I can tell
We all fall down, we live somehow
We learn what doesn't kill us makes us stronger
I guess that I had to find out for myself
Sharp edges have consequences, now
Every scar is a story I can tell
We all fall down, we live somehow
We learn what doesn't kill us makes us stronger
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