I need help with a fanfiction I am writing, which keep in mind isn't done yet. I need to fill in some plot holes.
Some vocab you may need to know.
Yokai Acadamy: An academy designed for monsters, who learn to coexist.
This is all based off a manga known as rosario+vampire, and I'm just introducing a new character.
I OWN NOTHING!!!!
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Darkness clouds my mind, and sadness is glazed over my eyes as I step onto the bus that will take me to a place where I can be with my own kind. The bus driver greets me with a creepy stare with his gleaming eyes as he closes the door, and starts on the journey. The journey to Yokai Academy.
I was relieved to notice that I was the only person on the bus, besides the driver. The silence on the bus gave me an opportunity to let my thoughts wander as they pleased. I sat there like a statue while my mind was racked with thoughts of my past, thoughts of the present, even thoughts about my future. They all proved to be dark thoughts, some of which I wish I could forget. But those memories were etched into my brain forever. Even though it pains me so, I slip from the present world, and into my thoughts of the past. Starting from the very beginning.
I was created an Enenra, (Smoke Demon) not born. Enenras are created when a large quantity of evil and fear is concentrated into a space, forming me. We feed on fear and evil as we instill thoughts of desire, depression, greed, and evil into the minds of the people we come in contact with. We dissipate into smoke when needed, and condense to form an appearance of our choosing. I was put into an orphanage after creation, seeing as I was never born, so I had no birth parents to call a family.
The orphanage I was put in was known as locally, "Wanlass Evermore." Even though I was only a child, I quickly saw the names true meaning. I sat in silence as I entered "Hopeless Forever." After a few days, the caretakers gave me a name. The idea of a name puzzled me; it was simply a petty label that didn't mean a damn thing. But they gave me one anyway, labeling me Teviot Michel. A name I later figured out meant, "Hope."
My existence lived out through the first decade in that wretched place, filled with both sadness, and hope. With a fleeting feeling of happiness that left all others in a deep sorrow. I relished in the amount of food I received from the damned place, but the building and the environment broke my true spirit. Instead of a conniving, scheming young devil, I was put into a saddened, horrid state of depression. The feeling never left me, and I could never be the hell spawn I was created to be.