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Asher was furious. To say the least. Maybe he was actually heartbroken. A healthy person would have gone to see someone or talk their feelings out.But Asher wasn’t a healthy person-he was a deamon. And a demon that wanted revenge. 

Asher remembered the name that left his angel’s lips- Bambi. Asher knew who Bamb was- to him Bambi was a plaything, someone to taunt. Someone that reminded him too much of his old self. Defenseless and always trying to do the right thing- only get pushed down. He hated how he can be so damn happy all the time. Asher didn’t want to face that small human part of him.

That’s why he was wearing Kihwan’s uniform. He was borrowing it- it looked different enough that Bamb wouldn’t recognize at first glance. His hair covering his eyes. as he pulled off his disguise. The tree sap actng as blood, and scattered notebook paper. That obsolete fool will come running. Finally he cleared his throat. The plan was about to begin. 

“Help!” Asher cried in fake voice “I can’t get up.”