(Pic above is me with animated horns, wings and tail... It sucks, I know. Best I can do atm...♡)
Valkyrie's POV

I sat in the empty music room, all was silent but the sound of the electric guitar I held in my numb hands. Mucisian, Singer, Artist, Freak, Author... Why was I good at everything? Ask me, I know the answer.

I was good at everything because I had emotions to pour into it. I showed no emotion, I told nothing. But I felt pain.

I sat in the production room, recording my newest hit 'Her All'. My stage name was Shadowblast, but my name is Valkyrie.

"Almost time to round it up Miss!" calls Steve, the owner.

"Okay Steve, almost done!" I say smoothly.

Finishing the backbeat and guitar combo, I packed up my folders and made my way back to my foster home. The people wh adopted me. I was a freak, my horns just fit under my jacket, my feathered wings were uncomfortable with the tight fabrics and my tail had cramps and was sore from being locked around my waist.

My foster parents didn't want me, they only wanted the money. I dropped by my friends place and picked up my new vape and a bottle of Wild Turkey before dragging myself to my 'home'. Shadow, Scorchy and Snixie ran up to me, tails between their legs. They latched their jaws around my hand as they tried to prevent me from going in there.
"I'll be okay, see you on the other side eh?" I chuckl dryly.

My boots clicked on the porch as I made my way to the door. I listened as the door creaked open and I stepped through, into an uninviting auror.

I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water to sober up before turning around and walking to the loungeroom.

Daimen and Kylee glared at me from their seats and I felt this was more than a scolding...

"Where were you Whore!?" Demands Daimen.
"I was producing my new song. Sir." I say softly, looking down.

"We don't need you any more." Kylee spat.

Whips were brandished, alongside knives. I removed my jacket and accepted my punishment.

With a sickening CRACK the belt clashed with the bruised skin between my wings. Feathers spread through the room as the whip clashed with my dishevelled wings. Knives slashed my arms, my face, my stomach. I was kicked in the stomach and my head smashed into something sharp.

I didn't fight them, I would lose and I didn't want to go to jail for killing a human, let alone all the questions that would come with it. And experiments, Satan I hated needles.

A loud SNAP echoed through the halls and my consience ebbed. Darkness consumed me as the outside world faded around me. Is Father really bring me home tonight, I ask myself softly.

There were wimpers and howls of pain, even they were muffled, I shouted for my pets. But it was silent, my head rolled to the side and I caught a glimps of my pets lifeless bodies before everything dissapeared and a black void opened before me.

The human world dissapeared before me as I fell..
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Into the ground and through a red sky before crashing into crimson soil. Where am I, I question. Looking at the burning moon, I notice the Satanic Ritual making...

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"Am I in Hell?" I ask in disbelief.
Three animals land beside me and I see they are my ones from the human world. "Thanks Father." I say looking at the moon.

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