Chapter 5. Shadows of A Broken Soul

Danielle’s POV

They whispered that word as if it was a crown, a mark of honor. Yet their so-called wisdom was nothing but a hollow relic from a world that had turned cruel and twisted. Greed and selfishness ruled now, and I was left to suffer for a fate I never chose.

Was being born a Demon a curse?

Was having the power of both genders a curse?

Was being “pretty” my true damnation?

Or was my very existence the curse that doomed my family 18 years ago?

No one dared touch my face — too delicate, too beautiful to harm. But my body, unconventional and marked, was a battlefield. Bruised, broken, and battered beyond measure.

I felt like a ghost trapped in flesh.

Disgusted. Used. Empty. Exhausted