My wings have been clipped, like a frail little butterfly, I am doomed to never feel the great distances grow short in but a moment. 

I am doomed to an early death, my sorrows are paid no attention for they think its a hoax. The frail movement of my limbs are swiftly on and about, and every little single task I encounter has been made much more complex, no longer a walk in the park.

I am being kept from what is true, from what is right. But don't worry I'll be sure to give you a fright tonight.

A crouch is my stance, my limbs lean and made for stealth, I am tall, if need be. 

But don't look at my face, because it'll be no face you'll see. 

All the scars that mark this flesh, oh once upon a time it had been a face that many claimed to see.

Who am I? I am but a person with no face.

I hate feeling weak. Feeling powerless. Being powerless make me feel anxious.

And when you've been forced onto a restricting position for a long period of time, you can only keep fighting for only so long. And so, forced into submission. Not being treated like a human being becomes normal to you.

Many kids can have fun, go out.

Not me, no. I don't go out. Don't socialize. Don't make friends. I don't do that. I laugh easily, sure. Because the saddest people are the easiest to laugh.

Everyday I grow stranger.

I have a poor confidence.

I don't like my appearance.

Don't like my body.

I sometimes forget to eat.

Sometimes I can't stop binging.

I'm fat.

Ugly.

Too tall.

Smart.

And I treasure my mom like no other, because she is my rock.

Other kids look at me funny because I'm kind of weird.

I'm not weird. I'm just not 'normal'.

And this is my reality.

What happens when you no longer have human rights in your own home. Nothing. Because no one will do anything.

Four females often verbally abused by this man who thinks he owns them, but of course he had to be a religious man too. Coming into their lives by storm, nothing happens at first and so, the women relax and begin to get accustomed to having a male pillar in their family, but as fate would put it, the man behind to gain their trust and gets comfortable. Too comfortable.

He begins to restrict access to the things the female's like for entertainment. Their wifi, the television, how many books they should read before doing the house work.

And if one of the daughters does something that he doesn't like, then he begins to criticize the way their mother raised them, how much influence their grandparents had on them, bickering about them behind their backs. But of course, being the religious man he is, the man thinks that he is superior in every way.

He brings the women down by stating how they don't excercise, just because they are a bit overweight. How dare he? When he himself is more than overweight?!

And the mother, poor woman. After a failed relationship in her first marriage, also with an abusive man, she spent almost a decade before letting herself have some hope to meet the right guy. But alas, the world hasn't been kind to her in the slightest, the second man is also a bad one putting on a good face, hiding behind a mask.

The eldest daughter vents out her feelings being socially dependent, always wanting to be with friends and going out with friends. The second daughter likes to binge read, and is mostly always on her phone. The third daughter likes mostly drawing or reading, and she doesn't like when the man treats them as if they had no rights; so rationally she speaks her mind and doesn't care if it angers him.

The mother is a beautiful soul, a beautiful lady. A pure human being.

Tragically, she had suffered through many injuries in her work, so she was dependent on other people in order to achieve the daily tasks. Because, of the medication she had to intake to relieve the pain, she had gained weight and could barely walk a fair distance. This caused severe mood drops and led to depression. And she couldn't get surgery to get better because of her emotional state, which was like so because of her current state and the frustration she suffered with herself.

Eventually, the woman quit her job because she was unable to do it anymore. This gave the man all the security he needed to have the female's under his thumb. All of them at his command.

If they took a large serving in a meal, he would criticize them. If they spoke aloud of what current series they had been watching, he'd lash out. Basically, they were disposable servants.

He didn't respect when the women were discussing something and added in every argument with, ".... if you don't like it, then there's the door. Leave."

He criticizes the woman's family, and boasted about how perfect his own was.

How perfect can a family be if none volunteer to take care of their mother? That's the most broken family ever.

That's not what I signed up for.

For this life

For the next

For the past

And the future

It's all very complex

But let's all understand the context

We are here to defy

To experience and lie

Lies that turned into nothing to expect 

Bodies laying together 

Limbs tangled

Breathing is a hassle 

Caressing is a must

Damp flesh 

Under the moonlight glow 

Going with the flow

Explosions overthrow 

Lips move together

Two bodies 

Now one

With chances

Zero to one

No survival can come

Final breath escape the lungs

In the woods 

Body laying there

Shallow in grave 

Waiting to be found

Found by anyone 

Oh how the human mind is unique

A bit too quick

Dare say I,

For who could resist a piece of pie

Even if it were of lie

No one would dare to defy

And dare say I 

Fee and fye 

All I know 

For of mine

Just listen to the chime

Oh it's time 

There is no place for reason

For you have committed treason

Against your fellow kind

Temptation has led you to find

Let's see if you may defy 

The greed

It's all a need

Just to feed

After all the human heart is a unique little thing may it change quick

All answers you seek

May come in a week

To learn

And live

Is to yearn

And to deceive 

Hurting the ones most loved

A price just for that need

So heed my warning and listen well

Leave this place and do not feed

For greed is but the beginning 

Hello! My name is Mara Vera and my name means 'Bitter' in Hebrew.  I like rock, especially Queen, Meat Loaf, Bon Jovi, a bit of alternative rock like, 30 Seconds To Mars etc. I'm a bit of a loner and I study most of the time, I try so that my grades are high. I am a bookworm and if you see me in the street my nose will be under a book.

I love Sherrilyn Kenyon and J. R. Ward, as well as Sylvia Day. 

Although I love rock and hard rock, I love to listen to classical music too.

So, I like reading, writing, and drawing. 

Thanks for reading!

We had finally done it. The war was long gone as was the eternal midnight dreary.

Her wings flapped rhythmically, snapping at the cold wind.

Alcaira  D'Rhedemption was a demon who took pleasure with being with the King, although she loved playing with the Lord's of Inferno.

There were seven of them, but she preferred Wrath, Lust, Gluttony and Greed.

The other Lords already had mates.

She enjoyed the feeling of being with so very much.

Spotting her destination, Alcaira dove and landed in front of a building.

Instead of heading towards the doors, she proceeded to the alley beside the building, when she reached a certain distance inside the dark alley way, she scratched the brick wall and just like that a door  opened.

Stepping inside she shed her monstrous form and downed her more human side.

She smiled at the sight before her, Wrath and Gluttony had women and men at their sides, Lust was ramming into a woman in the center of the room and Greed, well, he was against the dark wall of the room eating a woman out.

I grin and walk towards them, the woman was holding his head to her sex as she rotates her hips.

Reaching them, I grabbed the female's shoulders and began caressing her breasts, tweaking the hard nubs infront of her.

I snatched her lips, my toungue dancing with hers.

At my actions Greed growled.

I stopped kissing the woman and sank down with him and I made him look at me.

Kissing him, I licked up the taste of him and the woman.

We left the woman with Gluttony and headed to one of the beds.

"Hello, Love." I greet him breathless.

"Hello, Caira." He smirks at me.

"You know, I really prefer your demonic form. It's much more, well, savage." I grin up at him as he takes off the layer of my clothing.

"I know."

When only my shadows have spoken

Just like my heart has been broken

I know not of what lies you told

Like a man you've sold

I know not of what future will be

Or what past has passed

My wounds are bleeding still

Your words heard endlessly

Like an echo in the darkness

There once was a man

His face forgotten

Only the words used as daggers remain

Is this what it is like to be broken?

I know not the feeling of bloodshed

Without blood

So let me forget these words you have spoken

Sung by Freddie Mercury, The Great Pretender easily describes what I am going through. I'm the kind of person who is the loner of the group, but I also tend to get a long with everybody.

Even though I may be smiling doesn't mean that I'm in a good place.

That's what people can't see.

They feign to be my friends and yet, in reality we aren't even close to being 'colleagues'.

Not many people know who I am in reality.

They just see a chubby girl with glasses who love reading, binging and acts a bit psycho, so yeah, let's be her friend so that she doesn't feel bad.

Daemons were of the most powerful creatures to have existed, they were born of the dark halo of the Northern Realms, where the cold and darkness laid.

With tattoos and marks etched onto their skin, Daemons had ranks, specialties, powers, bloodlines.

They had knowledge only a privileged few knew about.

Dark haired Daemons were normal, but every few millennia or so, silver haired hatchlings were created.

These were almost different species, because of how rare they were.

Daemons most likely inhabited the Northern regions like Scotland, orIreland.

For the coming of age, they would be bound to a ring and have to find a master.