There was a hint of a smile along the demon's lips. A smile? Yes, a smile. Chaos was capable of kindness...what was the world coming to? Her touch sent tingles down his spine. Images that passed through his mind like a movie reel. When he would see her down the hallways. When she would smile and wave and he would bring his arm up in an awkward greeting. However, his thoughts darkened when he remembered the merciless beatings and taunts. Not just from his class mates. The people who had he had the misfortune to share blood with.
"Poofer! Gay boy! You're a soft little girl. That's why you get beaten so much." His own father would taunt. However he kept that grin that found it's way on his face.
"Me too...I'm powerful. I'm strong and no one is ever going to hurt me again." That was a promise.