Betrayal cuts deep. Guilt is a bitter pill to swallow. Yet, revenge is sweet, and I am a lethal dose of chaos waiting to erupt.
Did I ever see such deception be done upon me? Never in all my years that I explored the female kind so recklessly did I once foresee that I shall be on the receiving end.
To say that I am not feverishly mad shall be an understatement. I want to lay waste to all that I see in front of my eyes. I want to rip everything by the seams apart. God forbid the one that shall cross my path, I shall tear their skin off, each layer by layer until they are but only bone.
And as for Mirabelle that is standing in front of me, the mere sight of her repulses me. It burns a hole through my heart just having to face a woman that I have given my all to for these past days. I want her to be gone; I want every trace of her to be removed from my life, from my existence. I shall not stand for one being humiliated like this.
"Damien, I said get out! I d
The skies are dead dark as the thick clouds cover the sparkling stars that normally light up all the deserted alleyways. The somber mood and drizzle of rain make these eerie streets all the better to prowl tonight. But prowl is not the word that shall describe what I shall do.Father has just called for me. Yet, I know that in my current rage of anger, he would have far more questions that I would like to have answered. So I only but ignore his call and continue to stand of the very door that I have the full intention of knocking.But then the reality sets in, do I truly wish to hurt Mirabelle in such a way for chasing the monster that I am from her presence. I do wish to believe that it was only the fear of not knowing that made her react in such a way.Yet, I cannot understand why she would take the very man that called her a whore back. Just the thought of this sets my body raging all over again. I need to get away from here before I burst through this door a
It is with tormented pain that I find myself lying in the darkness of this empty room. I know that she is up there, being so close, yet so far is killing me. This…feeling…this is something that I have never experienced, and I can truly say that I do not wish to feel it for one moment longer.Is this what the humans experience when they hurt each other so recklessly? Well, Mirabelle did touch this ego so deep and scarred parts of this grey heart.But my only true desire, even though I know that she does not wish to be near me or even far greater, she does not want me in her sight, I still wish to be in her presence. She can hurt me as much as that velvety lips desire; I only wish to be near her.I do hope that she is reading my letter though, perhaps my words will reach her, and she might find it in her heart to let me explain. Only a few minutes that is what I require, a few minutes to show her that there is a man behind this monster.With a
I have a hesitation inside of me to tell Mirabelle my true nature. It scares me beyond what I would ever feel that she shall reject me again. But I need to remind myself that she has not yet pushed herself away from me, which in itself is rather strange. Should I feel comforted?The truth is that once I do reveal my true nature, she might not be sitting here with me on the edge of this bed feeling somewhat safe. She does have no idea how vulnerable and scared she should be, in fact. So in saying this, if only but ignore her question for the present moment.“Ssshhh, my love. Just give me one more minute.”The thought of losing her again feels like a hot knife piercing my skin and stealing my breath away. So I move but only an inch closer. I watch as she wants to move away, but yet she stays. Maybe this is the sign that I am waiting for.I curl my hand around her neck and tangle the other in her long wavy hair. Our lips brush softl
I find myself being pulled back into the belly of the darkest place in Hell. I knew that my continued attempts to ignore my father would come to blow back in my face in only a matter of time. Now can the man not have waited for another half an hour, though I would have required far longer.So much to my own disgust, he literally caught me with my pants down, but thanks to quick reflexes and knowing what the darkness was that fell over the room, I manage to grab those basic necessities that I require.Now, if I had to explain Mirabelle the red eyes, can one now imagine what I need to say about my disappearance. Well, that need not be pondered about now, for I am now entering what father likes to refer to as his home.And, by his eyes, the man is furious.So I only prepare for a great lashing, which soon comes with a deep rumble from the depths of his chest, “Damien, now I need not to remind you that it will be pointless to lie to me. But what have yo
…Mirabelle POV…I have never experienced excitement yet being so scared in my life before. Here I have the Devil standing rather concerned over my slightly trembling body. I think perhaps I have not heard what he said; I must have confused his words with something else. So this has become rather nerve-racking for me.And as my eyes slowly flutter open one by one, all I can see is an ordinary man. I am sure now that I have heard him wrong. Yet, he has this hold on me; he keeps drawing me in when I know that I should not.So with only but a smile, I pull him closer to me and lay lips softly against his. He only looks at me rather confused, “You do not wish for an explanation?”That, there, tells me that I have, in fact, heard him, so with those trembling hands, I only but whisper to him, “Are you really the Devil?”He softly chuckles at me, “The Devil’s son.”“But that still makes y
Sometimes the moments that you are the most frightened of are the moments that feel right. But when it came to me having to ask Mirabelle the burning question on my lips, he ran out of that room so fast and left a whole world of things unsaid and even more unexplained.So I am finding myself wandering the city streets again, in the odd hope of catching the Demon, for I do not have something, or much rather, someone to take my own inflicted frustrations on.Why did I run?I was frightened of the answer.So I shall take this one to my mother, then I can approach Mirabelle will all the answers to the questions even before they are asked. Foolishly not the way to build a relationship with a woman that has now become my only desire.What started off as a simple plan for me to taste human flesh has led me to an obsession with a creature that is so divine. And as sure as there sits a Heaven and Hell, I will not rest until I have made Mirabelle mine.
…Mirabelle POV…Damien left in a hurry.We were locked in a warm embrace; then, next, he was gone without any word or explanation. I fear I have done him wrong and that he now will not return.There was, beyond those red eyes, there seemed to have been something I suppose the Devil should not feel. This is still hard for me to grasp; I have woken up in a world of make-belief, where reality has warped into something strange.I have always thought that the possibility of a true Hell and even a Heaven does merely not exist. Yet, I have when I found myself thinking of these things, for the Devil to be some grotesque creature that is deformed with horns and burning skin.So for me to look at the perfectly sculpted, elegant man that Damien is, I find it hard to believe that the man is the walking version of things that we have been taught to fear.Do I fear Damien?No.It is strange that I am not frightened; yes, I feel
It is 2 AM, where Mirabelle is.I am outside the place that my mother calls her home here, close to the pit of Hell. Now very much to my annoyance, I am having to wait for her while she has her fun with a little toy that was snuck through the back end of Heaven. So I shall patiently sit, though I have a rather pressing situation on my hands.The thing is, and my dear Mirabelle, this is what we both will learn in the next coming days when the truth will be revealed about who you truly are. Yes, it will come to you as a surprise, as it has come to me.What else is to be said is that the days to come will be a challenge for our relationship, not only caused by my father but his dear old brother as well. My sweet angel, no matter what, I will be by your side through all of this.So please hold on to us, for things will be hard.I have learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Lif
…Mirabelle POV…Damien is absolutely sinful and as I lay here next to him, I see that beautiful smile on his face that I have grown to love."Damien, I would say good morning, but we do not sleep. And if we could sleep, then I would say we did not sleep.""Why on earth, my beloved?""Because you cannot keep your hands to yourself.""I am only showing you love, my beloved. The love of a Devil.""I am tending more to lust."He runs his hands up my body. He runs his soft lips over my skin."What do you say, I show you how more love this Devil has?"Damien grips me by the hips and crushes my body into him.He lets my body fall back into the sheets; every square inch of my body dissolves into his. He leans over me and centers me on the bed before he settles on top of me. I feel him, all of him, pressed against me; I feel his erection throbbing against my thighs, his warm breath lingering on my skin.He feels amazing.
As I stand and admire her beauty where she is standing in front of the tall mirror of the wall, all I can think of his touch those deep cherry lips of hers. But I can see that she is torn between what choice to make, so I stand to go to her; I am such a danger to be around right now, I do not even think that I should make such a bold step.Here is this girl, she has taken away all my senses; she has come and brought me so much pleasure. But now, once again, she has become the forbidden fruit which I can not taste. I know that wanting her should be so wrong, but right now, wrong surely feels so good."My beloved, I am truly sorry. If I knew that this would happen, then I would never have taken you there. Do I even dare to say that this was meant to happen?"I see her smile, but her eyes are filled with disappointment. What have I done wrong? Is it something I perhaps said? She steps a slight bit forward and gently reaches out to touch my hand. A million sensations shoc
Life does not flash in front of your face when you stand death within the eye; it is, in fact, all just pure horror. Who has the time to think about the things you have done and should have done in return when you are staring your end into the face?Now the last thing I was to stare into the face now is the man that betrayed me and let us not forget the man that started this all. Which one do I wish to punch first?"Dagon, why? Why have you gone this far?""It is obvious, Damien, for love.""My dear man, you have the wrong impression of what love is and even more skewed the way you find yourself to keep it.""You have been nothing but trouble since Mirabelle set foot in your life. You have put so many of our kind in danger, and let us not forget about the most important...""Lilith? Well, I have known my sister for her entire Demon life, and this is the very last way she wishes one to express it to her."While I am saying this, the deep sadness, bu
It is said that if you follow a plan step by step that it should not fail, so why do we find ourselves facing an empty void of nothing? If this man is casting these spells in the order that it should be done, then there should be a rip in reality, a tear from which bright light should come. But instead, we are standing at the entrance of the crypt, where many of the elder Demons have come to their final resting place. Perhaps he just finds himself to be slow, or he is having trouble in performing the spell as they do become more difficult the stronger they become.So while we patiently wait for something that is best to not happen at all, I dial Azron to find out how things are at his end."My dear Azron, any sign of unrest with Connor and his pack?""Damien, they do not seem to be here.""Like taken or just gone?""That I cannot tell you, but something does seem odd."This news does bother me somewhat, for Connor would not leave his home unless if by s
Every man's life lies within the present, for the past is spent and done with, and the future is uncertain. Even though the future is uncertain, you should choose to embrace the unknown and have faith that everything is going to be okay. This may not be tonight, tomorrow, or the next day, but everything is going to be okay.I, myself, am a strong person, but every now and then, I need someone to hold my hand and tell me that everything shall be all right. But if all of those around you are wanting for you to be that person to them, you need to be the one that rises through the storm, forget about your own fears, do not wonder, do not imagine, and most of all, do not obsess about the things that make you feel uncertain. Breathe and believe that everything shall be fine in the end; if it is not, that only means that it is not yet the end.The question begs, do I tell the truth and tell them what it is that they need to hear, or do I tell them what I feel I want them to hear.
They say that life is made up by a series of defining moments; it shall define who you are and whom you shall become. I do believe that the way we shall overcome the Book of Spells shall define the legacy of the Demon. Now, this will never be one that we shall outlive, but it shall be the one that we shall gain the respect of other mythical creatures in this realm and even beyond what the eyes can see.Now, why should such a feat be tasked to a Demon, for the simple fact that we are the superior race. There are the ones that compare in strength, but they are only but set to reap destruction between themselves. But then you find a human that wishes to harness the power of something he truly does not understand. Even worse now, he wishes to speed up the pace at which the Seven Spells should be cast; this is a recipe for disaster that is about to unfold rapidly.So I am not sure if it is with pure luck or plain stupidity that we find ourselves standing next to a cemetery. I w
I have a very worried Mirabelle staring at me; now I know what the poor girl is thinking; she is wondering what does 'cleansing of the mortals' means. Well it means, the strongest shall survive, for the darkness shall unleash every creature that nightmares are made of. And these creatures prey on the lives of mortals; they range from taking their souls to ripping the very thing that beats which keeps them alive. These creatures shall eliminate those who are too weak to be part of the perfect mortal race.So it is with pure panicked horror that Mirabelle asks the question that I am sure even the Demon Hunter, Zachariah, knows the answer to."Do I even dare to ask what the other spells are?""My beloved, there shall be a spell that will, if you wish to say, cleanse immortals too. Now, if he follows the book to perfect detail, the next shall be to cleanse the very creatures that have just cleansed the mortals for him."And when you say him, you say you know exactly
After what seemed like the longest hour of my immortal life, we make our way back home to regroup and plan our way forward.It is a concerned Lilith that stops me before I enter my room, "Do you fear the holder of the vase shall come after us?""I believe that nobody is safe. No mythical creature and no human also. We shall be leaving in the next half an hour."With that, Lilith makes her exit; to say that Azron and I am not relieved would be a lie. But this shall be a shortlived for we do need to make our departure. I do believe that we are being optimistic walking into this with only three Demons, the Devil and his beloved. The question begs, to return my father to his form once again, the holder of the vase requires to master the Book of Spells, has this man managed to require she skill to do so? This I am afraid I do not know, for we have not seen any unexplainable phenomenon.So after gathering as much courage that four trembling Demons can, we step outside
There is a sound of absolute terror that fills the forest as chaos erupts before my very eyes. It is hard to see under the struggle that is a bundle in a ball of tumbling bodies if my beloved is still moving. As I watch one Ripper by one get pulled off from her lifeless body, it is pure agony that shoots through my body. It is with absolute impatience that I wait to be untied. The minute my hands are free, I leap to her in an instant. While I kneel next to her, I watch as the Rippers get ripped themselves. Well, I guess it is true that every dog has its day; in this case, a Ripper has gotten what he had coming.So as I shake my beloved, I need to find the urge not to cry in front of all that is present. I know that she is okay; it is only the terror that has her beyond scared."My beloved, they are all gone."Very bewildered, she opens her eyes; her voice is a soft whisper underneath her shivering lips."Damien, what happened?"From behind me, a very dear fr