<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The blue eyes drew  over the man as all she could see was the demon side. There was nothing about him that was calming. He was a demon, a dangerous one and hearing him wanting to help only made her stand. "I don't know what I am suppose to do with the knowledge of who I was?" She muttered and cocked her brow at the the thought of remembering who she was. Really what was the point, that girl didn't exist anymore. Her curse was the only thing she remembered. The haunting words, words she remembered so well. 'Hearts every five years, or you die." That was all, it never told her what to do with them, never said her face would change only that every five years she must take another's heart.<br/>
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She walked to the door touching the handle before she looked back. "Whoever I was, it was centuries ago. They died the moment I ate my first heart. I disappeared from reality, hundreds of thousands of hearts I have devoured all for the sake of living. All for the sake of this disgusting existence.  Maybe I should just stop. It isn't worth restarting every five years." She muttered and turned the handle. "I have no reason to bother you further. Have a good-day." The girls eyes drifted back to the door as she pulled it open.</span>