Angels And Demons Her eyes were so perfect, so pure, so serene. Like the sea on a clear, calm day. Not grey, not green but that perfect water blue that you can only find on certain days. But looking into those eyes, I noticed one thing and one thing only; she could see into my soul. I felt, in that second, my entire #life’s work crumbling around me. My walls, my cast iron walls that stopped so many people before her, just collapsed. They fell away as though they were gossamer curtains. I guess you could say I am an idiot, I know I am. I should’ve turned around and run then, or I should have learnt what she would do to me… But no, I stayed. I stayed with her, for hundreds of years. I loved her, with my heart and soul. I loved her completely, she was my everything. The bond that held us together was too strong for anything to break it when we were together. She was beautiful angel and I loved her. The fire of passion soon burnt down and settled into a warm, glowing ember. But my demon’s blood, however, could not stand this. It drove me to destruction. I lived each day, asking myself why I should do such things as my blood craved. My blood sang for war, fire, pain, death, hate and chaos. I gave in, of course I gave in. I gave in to the needs of my blood and I feasted on the chaos I created. The fire inside me was kindled once again. Where once had been passion and love lay nothing but bitterness and hate. Not hate " you must know " of my angel, never, but hate of myself. Soon I realised I couldn’t be who I was, who I truly was " a demon " without hurting my angel. So, I talked to her about it. I spoke to her about it all; every thought I had about us, it’s pathetic now. But then, it meant something. She told me that I would never be happy without destruction. I could never be happy without destroying everything. And she said that she’d never allow me to destroy while I was with her, I would never allow myself to destroy anything properly. I knew she was right. So, I left. I had no choice. Staying would hurt me and then her but this was only a temporary solution. That’s all. That’s all I thought it was. I travelled. First to London, I stayed for a decade, I killed a few men. It didn’t satisfy me. Then to Milan, forty three years here, nothing I did there made me feel any better. I went to China for twenty years, still nothing. Everything I did seemed hollow and empty. Nothing seemed to make me feel better or ignite the fire inside me. Nothing worked. I didn’t understand it. My mind travelled back to my angel, my perfect angel. Maybe it was the years apart but I began to remember her differently. She wasn’t the pure angel I knew back then, at least not in my mind. She’d been warped into something that I began to hate. I began to hate her, and myself for loving her. I knew that she was the reason I was numb. I knew she was the reason I was hurting. I just knew it. Hindsight is a beautiful thing really. I look back now and I wish to the highest power that I could go back and change my mind then. I wish to heaven, hell and all the stars in the sky that I could make my past self change the course that I took then. If only… Even we demons cannot change the past. In my blind rage, I tracked her down. Like a dog on the scent. I found her in LA. She was healing a puppy. A puppy. Nothing important, just a puppy. She was making it better for the little girl who own that puppy. I felt sick, all of her actions made me feel sick. Everything she did. Everything she said. It made me feel sick. I was disgusted with her. But as things are, I wouldn’t remain that way for long. She looked up and saw me, not having changed for the years we’d been apart. She ran towards me, her smile was effortless but I saw only a cruel sneer. She fell into my arms, pushing her body against mine. I caught her but I didn’t return her greeting. Instead, I pushed my dagger into her stomach. I pulled it along, hearing it rip her skin and intestines. A smile, small and crooked, crossed my face. She gasped, gripping my shirt. I looked down into her face and, in her big, beautiful eyes, I saw my reflection. I realised then what I'd done, how pathetic I was. What had I done to my angel? She whispered my name, her sweet breath on my neck. What... What had I done? I remember picking her up and running with her cradled in my arms. Those pathetic humans ran and screamed. All I could focus on was the fact that she was dead and I was drenched in her blood. I ran and I ran. I don't remember how long I ran for. A few days probably. I would've run forever but I didn't. I ended up somewhere. Somewhere in the middle of America. I don't know where, all I know is that -- right there -- was where my heart shattered into pieces that I couldn't ever repair. Finally.