DarkRaichuX96

Chapter 1 : The Bored Devil It's a very romantic, and therefore profoundly inaccurate, idea to believe that people are born with the character that defines them. The truth, which rarely receives poems, is that character is usually forged through hard knocks: corrosive remarks, abusive hierarchies, sleepless nights, small but constant betrayals. And so, what was once a luminous young woman can transform into something harder, more precise, more dangerous to underestimate. Liriath hadn't always been like this. But that night, in the city of Los Angeles, no one who saw her working amidst police lights and fresh blood would have imagined that she had ever been any different. [Belgrano Avenue, Terra (2:14 AM)] The rain had left the street with that viscous sheen that is all too reminiscent of freshly cut skin. Police lights flashed blue and red, tinting the asphalt with colors that resembled artificial heartbeats. The corpse lay within a makeshift perimeter of yellow tape, beneath a