000 Osamu Dazai
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The Port Mafia already was an odd place.
In a world where people have gifts and abilities, and experiments can create humans, it had to be.
But Dazai made it all the more unusual.
He really was a demon, and anyone could tell that.
The cold air around him, those coiled horns and wings.
And the sadism, he was made for this job, even at fifteen.
When he gained a soft spot for you, you were definately caught off guard.
"Can you preen my feathers, I can feel them getting dirty."