Prologue
They're calling me "devil" because of my bad behavior.
They say I'm disrespectful. Cold-hearted person. And doesn't care about other peoples feelings.
Who the hell were they to dictate how I should live or feel? Why would I waste even a heartbeat on their fragile emotions or their utterly worthless opinions? Their pathetic words were nothing but the buzzing of flies.
I am mean. I am a devile because I don't let anyone to hurt me. I don't let anyone taking easy on me because if my devil mode is on, I will make sure you will feel what the hell look like.
So don't you dare mess with the devil.
