The Wretched

In the depths of the forest, a wretched creature is born

Unseeing and alone

No mother, no father, just the dark and the smell of a fresh corpse

Just born of gift and curse

Why does it know so much yet so little?



Will it die in the cold and dark?

Will it learn its own name?

Will it learn its own form?

Will it be a devil or saint?

Will it be loved, alone, or obsessed upon?



What will the very gods do upon learning of its existence, a creature that should never have been born?



And will there be yanderes?



(Hi Guys! Yep, it's lord sadness himself! Just wanted to warn you about a potentially slow update rate due to this being my second novel after Yandere Therapy and as such it holds lower priority. Don't worry I put my soul into all my work!)



(not my art)



(Yanderes for the lord!)