Kist

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Evil is a relative term. To a canary, a cat is a monster.
You're just used to being the cat.

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Glowing with sun-kissed splendor, he persuades you to take a rest in the shade of his beautiful wings. But as soon as you come into the shadows below them, you feel the coldness radiating off of him.

Kist did not come into this world with an empty heart, no one really does, but he wasn't born with kindness either. Somewhere along the way, the scales were tipped - his internal balance was thrown irrevocably towards the darkness - and at that point, it didn't matter how exactly he came to be. He will not change,
so do not ask him to.

When he found his way to the garden, it was a blessing. Finally, a place as beautiful and free as he was, a place where he could be his true self. Though the vines have taken their hold on him, their roots leaching at what is left at his soul, he is content; he has his mate (a creature of irresistible chaos) and his charms, there is nothing else he wants for. But not wanting... it does not mean he will not take, it the opportunity presents itself.