Seven Devils
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Plain's Brook Orphanage was many things, safe, comforting, and the quickest place to get adopted. It was all those things, except when it came to Damon Salvati. With his world crumbling around him, he has accepted that no one wanted something broken; something bent and twisted. He would never regain what he lost. But perhaps, that's not as true as he thought. When he bumps into Clay Ares, a rich boy with secrets and ties to an orphanage no one knows about, he may discover just how valuable he is after all. But can he trust him?
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Seven Devils Different Worlds
To say Damon felt nervous would be an understatement. His palms alive with sweat as the crows of apprehension dove down to peck at his rigid shoulders. It was a stumbling block in his usually cold composure, his throat tight while his pale fingers plucked off the stupid bow tie around his collar. The caretaker had thrown it on him in his vibrating excitement, the bespectacled man alive with overwhelming joy. Damon hadn’t understood any of it. But while he waited for the door, he did recognize the anomaly of today. The children around him buzzing with heavy whispers as he stared straight ahead with a furrowed brow. It wasn’t often any of the orphans were permitted to leave the premises. When they were, it was usually for a rather small trip to the town or for a walk a little further in the forest than they were used to. So when the rumor got out (no doubt thanks to Amelia) that Damon was allowed to leave for most of the day, the children in the orphanage lost their minds. The halls
Seven Devils A Special Person
"D-Damon, please wait!" Amelia scrambled after him, her small feet almost tripping over themselves in her desperation to reach him. Her tummy hurt more than it ever had before, the stinging behind her eyes wetting her lashes with unshed tears, she felt horrible.Like she had the flu.Sniffling once, she reached out again, this time her outstretched fingers caught fabric. "Damon--" "WHAT!" The anger that suddenly pointed at her from piercing lavender eyes made her breath hiccup in her throat, and the shock of the thunder in his voice caused her fingers to detach from the back of his shirt. Her hand fell limply at her side, and the tears finally eclipsed the cover of her lids. Trembling as if she was a flower beneath the wheel of an ever turning wagon, weeping for its life. "I'm...I'm so s-sorry." Her voice sounded pathetic as it trembled out, but all Amelia could do was whine as she barely was able to control her breathing. Damo
Seven Devils Rift
“Hey, Amelia. Are you busy right now or—“ “I’m sorry.” The sharp reply cuts Damon off in his tracks, lilac wide when Amelia’s red hair seems to whip away from him to curl over her shoulders in her pursuit to turn her back to him. Her shoulders hunched when she clears her throat. “I am busy. Could you come back later?” Damon doesn’t know why, but the silence makes him feel a little off. The rag in his hand being rung awkwardly between his fingers when he simply tosses it over his shoulder. The sloshes of the bucket letting him know it hit its mark with a sound plop. “…Sure. No problem.” Amelia still hasn’t turned her large doe eyes at him. And Damon frowns, a wrinkle to his young brow. Usually, Amelia always pestered him. Day in and day out, it had become Amelia and him. No matter how much he fought it, she followed stubbornly. A sprinkle of sunshine in his otherwise perpetual darkness. So color him a little baffled when he realized tha
Seven Devils A New Dynamic
“It’s odd isn’t it, dear?”A melodic hum, elegant fingers, and then those perfectly manicured claws were sliding through his hair affectionately.“What is, honey?”Scarlet, powerful and rich, lifted into a tranquil simper. Locks of tumbling brown hair mingling over an upturned nose when her lithe form bends above his broad shoulders. Her fingers caressing as her lips press to the center of his forehead. “I’ve never seen our son interested in someone before. Who was it you said he wanted to visit today?”“Ah.” Ashton mumbles from the safety of his wife’s lap. “Some human boy from the Orphanage that our dear friend James’s runs. The one situated in the bosom of the forest entrance.”Her fingers stop, pausing in their previous endeavor of caressing his hair.“A human...boy?” The question lifts her voice an octave, and finally his deep blue eyes
Seven Devils The Butler
Tick. Tock.Tick. Tock.For once in his life, Damon isn’t entirely sure if today was going to be a bad day or not. It starts out simple enough, a few jeering taunts, the smell of spices mingling downstairs from the kitchen, a quiet solitude surrounding his morning as Amelia leaves for the day to meet up with her estranged mother.It’s quiet, peaceful even.Yet for some reason, as his long silver lashes flutter up towards the ceiling, Damon feels inexplicably bored. The dull noises of children playing, constantly breaking his attention away from the shiny new book nestled between his fingers like a delicate treasure.It itched at his nerves, causing his lips to pull down as he tried harder to read the words splayed out in front of him. Every t
Seven Devils The Start of 'Hate'?
“You’re here to see Damon?” Amelia was the first to speak, her tiny voice sounding oddly minute and fragile as if she had become a mouse. It was odd and unlike her, and Damon almost turned back around to check on her when Clay seemed to stop him with his unwavering gaze. A stare that held his chin in place when the other boy suddenly stepped forward. The dining hall oddly muted in the other’s wake.“I am. I’ve actually brought him something too. That is, if he’d mind spending some of his time with me today. What do you say, Damon?” Clay’s smiling—an odd sight that Damon can’t help but find welcoming. “I...”And then he spots it, Clay’s hand patiently resting on the top of the chair next to him as if it’s waiting for permission. Damon is struggling to come out with a reason to tell him no.It’s unlike him. And it leaves a sour taste in his m
Seven Devils Unexpected Gifts
The whispers of the books were compelling, his habitual visits causing a stir within the community as the infamous Ares heir stalked the shelves lining the corridors with blistering purpose. His stride was powerful and daunting as he moved with a grace far beyond his years. The swoon of girls staring at him leaving an unpleasant feeling in its wake, but the boy painted with the colors of midnight sky paid them no mind. His long fingers, skimming past a multitude of covers before landing on an image that caught his sapphire eyes. “This’ll do.”“Are you sure?” Drew pitched in from beside him, peering past his shoulder. “I’m positive. This one will definitely make the perfect gift.”“Okay… I’m just making sure… because I love you man, but this is the fifth time we’ve been to this same bookstore. And every time we end up leaving empty handed.” “That’s because the other books weren’t worthy of Damon’s attention. Would you want to sit there and read a
Seven Devils Garden's Door
There's a tempting caress of fire stone lips, a smoldering coal that rises from the ashes, and wrath's fiery kiss moves to press down into the smooth silk ends of Damon’s wintery splayed locks—hovering just beneath his nape. A playful brush and it stays there mockingly; until the child that harvested its affection like a suitable host, twists his lips down with a scowl. There's barely a shimmer of hesitation, before a pale figure is pressing forward. Wrath. The floor creaks with a push of scarred fingertips and the shorter male emerges to a stand. In seconds the wall Damon's side had favored seemed to croak with longing, already it begins to ache for his company, but a foot plants ahead and he abandons it anyway. Each burdened advance holds the type of grace one could liken to a wolf, guiding his limbs forward with cautious intention. The boy was smart. Yet Clay doesn't breathe another word. Disdain, unlike anything Clay had ever seen before,
Seven Devils Improv Plan
Nothing hurts more… Than having no one believe you… . . . Sirens echoed all around, the wave lengths bleeding into the dark canvas of the night sky while brushes of midnight mingled with the charcoal. The chill of winter floating from parted mouths as a lone kid stood in the center of chaos. Snowflakes, drifting downward in little messages of sorrow, vanishing against the upturned bridge of a small nose while the rest started to conjoin across heavy lashes. Red and blue lights flashed, the streams of color highlighting Damon’s stricken face. The rays reached across pale skin edged with dry blood to reside in lilac orbs that trembled with disbelief, and those orbs could only dull further as the officer's words echoed in his chest. A heartbeat filled with poison dripping down to taint the tears that refused to fall, clinging desperately to his waterline. "We searched everywhere we could, but everything was dest
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