They're wrong . . . they don't fit. They're not animals, but they're not human enough for most people to be comfortable around. They're . . . wolves in people clothing, and anyone with the instincts god gave a flea'll never feel safe of comfortable around them.
Exactly. And they never *will* fit in, and they don't care. At all. The world is their playground. They're predators with a never-ending source of prey. If all the demons died tomorrow, they probably *would* become serial killers. Or drug runners, or hit men.
They don't see 'civilians' as important enough to care about besides saving from evil, and if civilians get in the way...they're toast.
I'm so, so pleased to see your comments. I loved writing this story. I love this 'verse and these boys.
It seems like it really disturbed you, on a lot of levels, and while i kinda want to hug you, i also just love it because it means it *worked*, and i did good, and...
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Exactly. And they never *will* fit in, and they don't care. At all. The world is their playground. They're predators with a never-ending source of prey. If all the demons died tomorrow, they probably *would* become serial killers. Or drug runners, or hit men.
They don't see 'civilians' as important enough to care about besides saving from evil, and if civilians get in the way...they're toast.
I'm so, so pleased to see your comments. I loved writing this story. I love this 'verse and these boys.
It seems like it really disturbed you, on a lot of levels, and while i kinda want to hug you, i also just love it because it means it *worked*, and i did good, and...
Thank you thank you thank you.