ooc: Ok so I wrote a backstory for one of my muses. Here it is and kinda sad.
It was night. A small, red-haired young woman with two children walked down the street. They both were only few years old. It was cold, the little girl was coughing, her mother held her in her arms and was holding the little boy's hand.
-Here we are.. āsaid the red haired woman
-Where? ā asked the little child concerned
-Now mom says goodbye. You stay here okay?
-Uhm.. okay mommy.. but you will come back, right?
She felt a little guilty, ashamed, but there was nothing to do. The young woman was unable to raise her children alone after leaving their father, moreover, one of them was already ill. And the other? The other was different from the other little kids, was different from other people. She was afraid of what will happen if the boy does not change with years, what if someone finds out the oddity? She could not live with such a burden. So it was the best and simplest thing that came to her mind. Without saying a word the woman turned around, holding the little girl in her protective arms.
-Mom..? Momā¦.?!
But did not matter how many times he kept calling her. She heard, but did not look back. The dark, lonely street engulfed them, yet the boy kept calling, screaming for his beloved mother, he even tried to follow them for a while, but to no avail. They could nowhere to be seen.
-Mom.. Pleaseā¦ it..itās because I have horns..and tail? It..because Iām not like my sister?
The child was desperate, alone in the dark, cold streets where demonic shadows were creeping everywhere. Why? His mother perhaps did not love him? Or she loved his sister more? Because he was not like his little sister? Because for some reason, horns have grown on his head? He just could not understand the reason. The tiny boy sat down on the dirty ground and buried his face into his hands sobbing.
-Please..come back! Iām scared..I..love you mom please I..I will be normal..I promise Ā I..try not to be monsterā¦
But nobody heard his heartbreaking begging. Until it got seriously cold and he began to tremble both in fear and cold. The thin clothes didnāt keep the chill away. He couldāve died but then a strange creature appeared and shook his head sadly.
-You poor soul.. I shouldnāt do this to someone who can grow to be my enemy but..I canāt let you die here..
The angel was gentle, picked the child into his arms. He was like the heaven himself. Glorious creature with soft, snow white wide wings. Thankfully it wasn't late, the boy was still breathing when Nova, the young angel took him into his care and raise him to be his partner till the world ends. Despite he kept the secret from the child , he of course found out the little boy's past, learnt who were his parents but never dared to tell him the truth. Even so the boy grew up but when reached the year of 24 he stopped aging. True, he turned out to be a demon, a troublemaker but he was so grateful he stayed by the angel side. Nova was the only one who could control the beast, because he knew, even this demon was once an innocent child who was left alone to die by his own mother.
