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or the brother who hated me so much. I was hurt, and even tho

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se you. Hopefully, you can learn from me and, in the future,

k then, raised by my father until I was two, during which I learned some unconventional l

pted brother, a few years older, to be my co

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from the world around them, my own mixed heritage as a moon wolf bestows upon me a stunning and beautiful clay-toned complexion. This contrast highlights the differenc

hem beneath a layer of disguise to avoid attracting undue attention from others around me. It is important for me to remain in the shadows, away from prying eyes. My face is hidden behind a mask that serves both as protection and a barrier. This mask shrouds my features, allowing me to navigate th

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hadows. Our nature is indeed unique-a deep-rooted essence that binds us to serve, to ki

ble to mask the twinge of discomfort that arose within me. The statem

ndered, who had crafted my form so perfectly for this purpose? Who decided my

e generations of servants," he declared with pride, a testament to my lineage. A royal red demon, easily recognizable by his iconic red hair that danced like flames, sharp pupils that captured the light, and horns grew from his forehead curving towards his skull, he emb

ay have seemed harmless on the surface, I was well aware that a grey demon is never to be underestimated. There's a subtle menace that often accompanies their kin

he atmosphere shifted around me; I felt a sudden chill creep into the air, yet I remained utterly still-it was my master