Prolouge:

I know from experience that the devil writes the black novels called sin, using the blood of fallen angels to write my life sufficient to his greedy hatred. 
            It's when I'm asleep, which I read through each blood-soaked page of the devils novel, but usually the ending of another novel he's writing for someone else; he refuses to let me know my own fate.
           At times I can empathize the feeling a bird has trapped in those small, dome shaped cages, with my entire environment controlled by him. The few moments that I can finally live for me, when I can stick my head out of the cage are the times that I can at last breathe in the fresh air, yet in the end I'm still trapped in that cage learning to dance with the devil.

Author's Note

Hey i'm not very used to writing like this but i want to know what anyone thinks of this please tell me:) it would make my day:)

Reviews

[Schyala]

the first sentence really captured my attention, i really loved it!!! your writing is really mature and descriptive, i also loved the plot so far. please write more :-) this was amazing!!!

[Melanee]

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