What would a human do in despair?
....
To what extent do they reach..?
For centuries, the white demon has been the one story to put a child to sleep.
They would say..
He stands high,
Twice the height of one man.
Could be an undead.
A demon.
Their style is white.
White cloth.
Smooth, and as white as snow.
King.
Destroyer.
Monster.
Demon.
Enemy of God.
His reign ended with God's light.
The stars glowed brighter than ever relaxing.
The people happy.
.
.
.
The child named
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Has been an orphan for a while. Living in the woods they were bullied,
Harassed,
Humiliated.
They explored looking for a way to turn his life around.
He already have been possessed in his home to find himself waking in a place unfamiliar every day.
He always had the dreams of women
Bathing in light and water.
He could not move
He hated that and moved into the town again.
The bullies chased him back to the woods and he ran.
He ran faster
Than ever before.
He reached a cave stopping,
Cornered.
The bullies hadn't seen the cave and rushed pushing him into the pit..
Plunging downward
He screamed as the bullies have realized what they have done. They ran back like nothing ever happened.
Heart Racing..
Disoriented.
In pain.
He found himself in the worst of possible outcomes