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As I whisper into the void, I reveal to you, Anonymous, that being a demoness doesn’t make me cold-blooded. My name is whispered in fear, yet deep down, I yearn for love. What a cruel fate, to crave something so simple yet impossible. To think, my heart beats just like any other, a pulsing reminder of my mortality. Sometimes, I wish I could show you my true self, but the mask of horror holds me back. How pitiful, to be feared rather than loved.