¤"Some are born to sweet delight, some are born to Endless night." ~ William Blake¤

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《Doku

Doku.

That is my name. I've never had a last one so I am Doku, just Doku.

In Japanese it means poison.

So in a way I am Poison, only Poison. It fits me.

I have always loved my name. When I was little it was because at least then I had a name. I was called by something other then thing, wrech, beast, devil, demon, hybrid, and it. All the fun insults that were ingrained into my childhood. I know right I must have turned out to have great self-confidence.

I had many names, but one was all my own.

Doku...

As I got older I became less naive. I learned my name was something dangerous, something that could kill you. And in a way I was fine with that.

I guess it kind of influenced my personality, eh oh well.

Poison...

I don't remember who named me. All I know is it sure wasn't that woman who should be called my mother. To me all she was, was a egg donor, an incubater of sorts. I have just always been Doku.

My life story is a tragedy I guess. I just know that fate, if there is such a thing decided to royally screw up my life for the hell of it.

My story starts like this. In a way you've heard a thousand times before.

Once there was a couple, and they were in love. But they were never supposed to meet much less date. For their people were enemys.

So they spent their days in secret with one another. That is until They found out.

They or the evil cult that the girl belonged to. Forbid them to see each other.

The boy being a hopeless romantic was in love with the girl though and was willing to disobey. He wanted to run away with her.

Unfortunately being the mindless, devoted follower she was to her cult, she followed their every comand. And she never saw him again.

Until she found out she was with a child.

The cult which in politer company called themselves The Church, in a rage ordered her to kill her past lover, and her unborn baby's father. Yeah they did this with no reason at all; at least I can't see any good reason, can you?

And guess what? That heartless woman did it. She called to him and he was overjoyed his love had escaped and had finally returned to him. When he then found out he was to be a father, he hugged her and in that moment while he was crying tears of joy in her arms she stabbed him in the back. Quite literally.

Skip ahead a few months. I came into the picture now. The Church utterly discussed by my very existence wanted me killed on the spot. Everyone wanted me dead, even my precious mummy dearest.

Now luckily or unluckily, however you see it one man, a cruel, vicious man decided that given my birth I would come of age the time they would once more need a prospective bride. Whatever the crap that's supposed to be? Until then I would be able to become a slave for the cause.

"For why kill it," he said, "when we can use it to it's greatest use and sacrifice it like the animal it is. For why kill an unwanted lamb when you can raise and use up its usefulness first." Damn did people back then say 'use' that much back then? Or was he just a redundant psycho.

The only reason I know all of this because a scribe who had been the one to record that meeting, and my birth. Made it his good deed, or whatever to write down everything that happened and deliver it to the poor sap who was born into modern slavery. Aka me. Now this might be all bullcrap propaganda that the Church has fed me but the way I've been treated for the last 17 years I'd think not.

So yeah fast forward 17 miserable, torturous, hellish years and we'd get to where we are now.

Me stuck in a car with the most annoying blonde pimp ever, on my way to godknows where. To meet godknows who, to live with another set of captors. Only this time with a fancy title. A prospective bride. I mean seriously what in Hades is that! Are they going to try to marry me off this young! If so they got another thing coming to them. I chewed my gum blowing a bubble and listening to it pop loudly.

The barbie doll beside me looked at me and sighed.

"I don't know why you had to come with me." I ignored her and continued to work my gum. "Daddy said this was supposed to be some kind of honor. But then why are you coming?" Yui Kimono said like the spoiled little brat she is.

"Of course your belovedness, I am not worthy to be in your presence and obviously it must be an honor if your coming." I said in mock politeness, my tone chock full of sarcasm. I blew another bubble.

She of course being the dimwitted blonde bimbo she is didn't get that. She just started nodding enthusiastically, and blabbering about something how it's glad I've finnally accepted my place. And that after so many punishments at least I understand who my betters are blah blah blah and all that junk. I just focused on my gum.

Chew. Chew. Chew. Pop. Chew. Pop. Chew chew chew chew chew chew. Pop. I always have a peice of gum in my mouth if I don't I'm either eating, sleeping, or you're screwed. Believe me you don't want to see me without my gum.

She finnaly shut up when a gasp left her throat. Through the clearing stood a dark, victorian mansion. It was breathtaking. But also kinda sinaster, I glared at it in suspicion with my toxic emerald orbs.

Like damn boi the church sent me somewhere nice for once. Nah I'm probably gonna be living in the root cellar, or something.

Cellars and I dont get along. And the church knows that.

I remember a dark long room. My chains clinking softly. Blood pouring down my back, arms, and neck in rivets, the 12 year old me was crying gently to myself wondering when they were going to return. The whip was still leanimg against the wall from its previous use.

Its been days without food, or water. Just my daily whipping being the only thing to look forward to in this deep, dank cellar.

I want to die. But that would be like letting them win. Letting them brake me. No one will ever brake me. Never.

"NEVER!" I screamed breaking the long montone silence. It quickly left me drift back to my thoughts though.

'I will not break' I though as I felt the stinging skin on my arms rub against the chains. 'They will not win' as my already bloody, matted green hair stuck to my lashes. 'Never' I reminded myself as I watched a spider crawl by my feet.

"Bring it on!" I muttered as they cellar door opened. As my next tormenter took the stage. Bring it, I challenged and taunted the Church, bring it because I will not break.

I snapped out of my daze as blondie got out of the car. I sighed and reluctantly followed steping out into the rain charged air. Must be about to storm?

The moment we had all our things out of the trunk the limo tore out of the drive obviously wanting to get away as far and as fast as it could from wherever 'here' was. Thats a good sign I though dryly, grabbing my black duffle I walked silently behind Japanese barbie.

Grabbing the hair tie off my wrist I pulled up my natural acid green hair. Ready for whatever came next. I smacked my gum twice stealing myself mentally, and physically.

And as I gazed up at the mansion and surrounding forest I issued a muttered challenge, "Bring it."

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I do not own Diablik Lovers, the credit to any art I use goes to the artists, the Ocs however are mine.

The plot I came up with if it sounds similar to any other book I am sorry it is a coincidence I swear on my headphones, and fandom merch.

I suck at spelling, and grammer. I'm not to good at editing either.

The picture above is Doku.

You see that star down there if you click on it you get to make a wish. When the star turns orange it means your wish has been processed.

Every time you make a wish you also send me happyness. So for the love of all things anime HIT THE EVER LOVING BUTTON!!!!

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