"Don't fight me."

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As much as I loved the way I was, I despised one particular thing about my being.

Maybe they knew it aswell and that was the reason why the approached especially me. I was not different form the rest. And I certaintly was not a special person to anyone. But they still chose me to be their vessel.

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"Stop"

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To be their source of energy. To become the reason they still breathe to this day. I was a fool. I know that now but back then the only that knew was them. I remember their words burning throughout my skin.

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"Your color is pretty, my angel"

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With a mere touch of their finger nails my knees grew weak. My instincts started to fight them. Even though I wasn't a fighter. The inside of my soul was screaming while I could only look into their black filled eyes.

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"Please. Stop this."

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Out of breath I started to lose every grip of the world shoved down my throat. They were a demon. Something that the angels depicted as evil. But if they were as dangerous asmy species made them out to be. Why was I feeling nothing but joy at that moment?

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"How about mixing your color with my own?"

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The burning sensation grew stronger while my power started to vanish. The golden beams of light broke into thin air. Nothing remained of it.

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"N-Never-"

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A chuckle echoed through my head.

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"But you already accepted me."

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As much as I loved the way I was, I despised one particular thing about my being.

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The golden shine of my soul.