Born on the darkest moon, a warrior will appear.
Though washed from blood at birth,
he will be bathed in blood till death,
and his sword will slay all enemies who come near.
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I force myself to live by one rule: Don’t look at the demons. The two times I broke this rule still haunt me. Tonight I made another mistake. As a huge demon leered at us, I couldn’t fight the urge. I looked. And he saw me.
Maybe it’s not a big deal. Nothing happened as my aunt sped beyond it in the car. Besides, I only have one year of high school left. I’ll be fine.
But I know exactly what could occur. I’ve seen it too many times.
Two men lurked with the demon I saw tonight. Evil clung to them, as if they had given their souls in exchange for something else. I shudder when I consider what they could be.
Where are the good guys? If there’s darkness, shouldn’t there be light? How come the angels don’t battle the demons if that is the case?
Or do they? Maybe there’s a war around me that I don’t see. I just want to be left alone, and after tonight, I don’t think that’s going to be a choice.