An OC of mine, Winston, in an AU in which more than one demon fucks with his life.

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" I can do that. Simple.
Winston was a good child, I will be honest. Despite his inability in actually see anything, his life was great, in his standards.
Then he bumped into that pink haired girl, and it downhill from there."

" She told him that she heard voices. She told him they wanted to hurt people.
They wanted to hurt him.
One day, he joked about it, lighthearted. The voices didn't think it was funny. They yelled at him. Hearing such a demon voice leave an innocent girl, he was shocked.
She was distraught, and fled to try and quiet them. He followed."

" When he entered the room, he knew it was the girl's bathroom. It was only her and him. He was physically unable to see, and she was hiding.
And then the voices came.
They yelled at him to leave. He didn't.
They were mad. Furious. But they would have their way."

" They made an illusion in his mind that replicated sight, but in the world they lived it.
Blood covered the walls, entrails and eyes strewn about.
He was horrified.
They approached him. Threatened him.
Told him never to speak of them.
They took away the illusion, and he was left in the dark world he lived in.
He stumbled out of the bathroom, dark red images still torturing his mind."

" That's when I first met him. Then, I could only whisper in his mind.
  " You liked that red, didn't you?" " I could show you more." " Don't you wish to see what their power would feel like if you had it?"
But he blocked me out easily. But with every question, my will grew slightly stronger."

" Two months passed.
The girl was on edge. Her parents and family died in a freak accident, leaving only her alive.
Nobody liked her. They taunted her.
Winston felt bad.
One day, she was teased to a breaking point. He heard their whispers. He hear their words, driving her to do what she did.
She took a pair of scissors and stabbed her tormentors to death. The voices were pleased. They let Winston see what horror she had done."

" She was arrested and put on trail. Her sentence? A mental asylum. That was the last he ever saw of her.
But, I must thank Miss Avenue. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have a physical form."

" He had been exposed to such demonic powers, of which the world was not ready to see.
It slowly collapsed his mind.
Even worse, he could see now. Surely, the magic sight was fading, but he could see the world he was shut out of for so long.
And he HATED it."

" The color of red tortured him night and day.
Eyes. Why did it have to be eyes?
Soon, I took up more and more of his mind.
  " If you don't like it, do something." He painted a whole room a different color.
   " If the eyes hurt to look at, make them go away." He crossed out eyes in posters and images.
  " If life hurts, make others feel your pain."
...
He wouldn't listen to that one."

" No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't convince him to hurt somebody.
That is, until that one night."

" He found out the truth.
All the puzzles and games his parents left for him when he was alone were just distractions.
While he tinkered around, they dealt wih the real world.
They locked him in his own room. His own little life.
And today, the day when he turned 19, he finally knew."

" He asked about it. They didn't lie.
His mother tried to be reasonable. Tried to explain.
But his father... ooh, his father.
He never wanted a son, much less a blind son.
Verbal insults were the most mild thing you could call them.
Tears falling, I only gave him one command, and he listened."

" If he doesn't want you in his life, end it."

" Over time, this vessel forgot the details. What I do know, is that the mother was not spared from his mindless murder either.
They were dead far before the sun rose the next day.
Afraid, he left. Maybe for a new life. Maybe to run away from his crime.
He met a boy about his age who was looking for a roomate.
Winston agreed."

" His name was Javin.
He was a funny one, with a funnier little cat that followed him around.
Winston didn't like that cat.
Before he knew it, the cat was gone.
Sometimes, Winston would space out on long periods of time. He'd forget what he had been doing. Sometimes, it was ok.
Other times, he'd come back to reality with blood on his hands."

" Javin took notice quickly.
He tried to help him.
The help was denied.
Instead, Javin tried to be a personal therapist, regardless of not knowing how to be one."

" Winston accidentally let slip of the pink girl and her voices.
Javin told him that she came from a magic world, where he was from as well.
At first, Winston believed him. Maybe this was because Javin was telling the truth.
But slowly, his mind filled with doubt."

" He accused Javin of being a liar. Javin denied said accusations.
A fight dispersed. First verbal, then physical.
Once the first blow hit Winston, I knew this was his breaking point.
I whispered him a message."

" If he wants to lie about demons so much, we might as well show him a real one. "

" Boy, did we.
Javin was horrified down to his last moments.
Taurus blood was never my type, but this was a special occasion.
My first night truly in this body was a glorious party for me. Taurus was slaughtered like the bulls they are. Blood was ingested. Houses were burnt. I danced by the light of the fire, singing a beautiful and broken melody of lost languages."

" When he regained consciousness, it was too late.
Yes, he knew what I did. He knew what I could do.
He knew that I could steal control any second. All he had to do is listen.
The only thing I left for him to follow was a book.
A book of how to get to the magical land Javin had described.
Havelin."

" Now, it shall feel what humans can do, once they've lost all humanity."

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CAN WE GET AN F FOR MY BOIS JAVIN AND JELLYBEAN, THE TWO OCS THAT WERE FOR THIS AS WELL, BUT I DUMPED THEM BECAUSE THEY WERE GIVEN A REALLY WEIRD BACKSTORY???
Killing of characters you don't use just for fun.

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