Dark Martin looked out of his palace window to see his workers working hard.

"Why do they stay?" He asked and it seemed that something inside him answered when he turned to his left, his eyes turning a deep red.

"Fear that's why they stay they fear us!" A much darker voice replied. Dark's eyes returned to their natural color.

"We should be fair though." He said and the deep red returned to his eyes. "Screw fairness they all deserve to fear us." The voice remarked.

Dark Martin put one hand on the wall and the other on his face which was sweating sheets of rain. "I hate you." He said quietly as tears formed in his eyes.

"Who got us to where we are today? Me! We survived because of me!" The aggressive voice shouted.

Dark Martin leaned against the wall and slide down it as he silently cries.

No one ever said that a devil could have hurt feelings.
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Wow I don't think I did the split personality thing right but I hope to improve this in the future but for now pls enjoy this short chapter.

JustAnAtlantisWriter
Wolf-Wisdom