Everybody wants me to be their angel
Everybody wants something they can cradle
Ooooooohh
They don't know I burn
Maybe there's a Devil (or something like it)
Inside
Maybe there's a Devil (or something like it)
Inside of me
Devil (or something like it)
Inside
Maybe there's a devil
Somewhere really deep inside me
Devil ... inside of me
Jealous angel ... deep inside me...
It was a cold, misty spring morn. Nearly no birds were chipping and no signs of life stirred about the land. It was eerily silent and downright gloomy. Perfect travelling weather for the 'cursed one.'
It was interesting that Beatrice reffered to herself as such when normally that implied one being a Skinwalker. They truly we're the devil's incarnate. More vicious and pure evil than even a kalona. But yet, Beatrice considered herself a cursed anyhow---just in a different way.
She was luckily no Skinwalker. But she was devil's spawn...
Vergil, her father, was said to be demon souled and thus the mare figured that she herself must have been born tainted too. She never bothered to think otherwise. The only person who'd comforted her thusfar ws her mom; but mom's do that naturally. Her mother, Maui always felt you should love your young no matter what.
To her that was just extra proof there was a problem with her.
Well, bye and bye the mare wandered through the land, barely seeing a mear foot infront of her. At least she was alone...or so she figured she was since she couldn't see much else around her.
