Being different is a good thing. It gives variety to the people all around us. In a world that is all magic and fairies, there isn't much that is considered strange, odd or even mysterious. That is until I showed up. In this world, humans don't exist, or have ever existed. What is considered humans are fairies. There are many different types of races, From fairies, mermaids, Elves, and all sorts of other wonderful people. All on the surface. But me? I never knew the warm feeling of the bright sun, or the feeling of the cool refreshing water until I applied to a school that broadened my horizons.
For many years, I was trapped in the Underworld, under my father's orders. The Demon King of the Underworld. Demons weren't welcome to the surface. All were deemed as evil and bad. But me, my heart wasn't rotten like all the others. My heart was as pure as it gets. When I was but a small spawn, I sneaked out of the underworld to see the marvelous beings and beauty that lived on the surface. But on that day, my heart shattered to pieces..
"Monster!"
"Killer!"
"Grotesque!"
Defenseless and afraid of the fairies' insults. I was but a mere child, a misunderstood one by society and family. This story is my story. A story that explains how all of that hate changed, by one mute, controversial being....