She was a demon. Black hair, dark chocolate skin, and peircing, black eyes that seemed to stare into your very soul. Every step she took seemed to shake the ground beneath your feet. And if you ever dared to talk to her, you would never be able to rid the sound of her low voice whispering in your ears.

I am an angel. My hair is almost white, and my skin seems translucent in comparison to hers. My eyes are the palest of blue, like icicles on a cold winter day. When I walk, the earth stills beneath my feet, and my voice is a soft, calming breath that floats on the wind.

We were never meant to be and we both knew it. A demon, bringer of death and fear, and me, an angel who is meant to give away peace and life. But she loved me and I loved her. We lived every day as if it was our last.

We didn’t care about the consequences, or the looks we got as we walked along, hand in hand, one side of the street blooming with light and flowers and the other draped in shadows. We were young and unaware. Oblivious to the confusion of mortals and the hatred etched into our immortal superiors’ faces.

But one day we grew up.

We woke up and realized it would never work. That even if we could love in the light of the day and peace of the morning, when night came, we would part. I would go to give children sweet dreams while she went to scare the ones I wasn’t watching over.

We never spoke of it, just stopped meeting at the edge of our field. No words were ever whispered again into the still wind, and there were no more glances shared across rooms full of ignorant mortals. It was for the better. Our superiors would never have stood for it much longer, and when it came down to it, we could never have made one another happy.

But I still find her sometimes.

She doesn’t know it, but I watch her go about her day.

I smile when she goes to our field and thinks I don’t notice.

When she goes to pick up a bloom, I use a bit of my power to make it stay alive in her hand when it would usually shrivel up.

And I whisper words to her when she is too busy to notice.

“I will always love you.”

I like to think she whispers them back when I am not listening.

Secilia raised her swords— she was about to pierce the weapons right in the monster’s heart. But then she froze, her heart skipped a beat.

It blinked and stared into her eyes. Secilia gasped and stumbled backward seeing the monster transform into a more man~like form. It seemed to now look like an angel, too. She shook her head. This was just another one of its tricks. She had to finish her assignment!

The demon stretched its arms and smiled at Secilia. ‘‘I thought I’d have the pleasure of battling with Yana. Why did they send you?’’

Secilia chuckled and shook her head. ‘‘Ha! Please, don’t flatter yourself. Yana does not need to waste her time to battle a silly demon like you. She has bigger fish to fry!’’

The demon laughed. ‘‘Does she really?’’

She blinked and soon the demon dashed closer to her side. ‘‘Uh, could you be quiet. Now stay still so that I can get this job done.’’

He sighed and clicked his tongue. ‘‘You must be new in the angel army, eh. What’s your name?’’

‘‘Secilia.’’

The demon nodded his head and moved even closer to the one sent to kill him. He brushed the black curls from Secilia’s hair away from her eyes and slowly pushed them behind her ear. She closed her eyes. Why on earth was it taking so long for her to kill this thing?

He moved his hand across Secilia’s face~ staring at her freckles that reminded him of the Starry night. ‘Wow.’ He thought to himself. Now he wondered if the rest of her body was covered with spots that looked like stars, or a galaxy.

Secilia opened her eyes and found the demon staring at her in awe. ‘‘So rude. Could you stop gawking?’’

The demon grabbed Secilia and pulled her toward him. She gulped. He gazed into her eyes. Secilia felt as if she was pulled into a trance. She dropped her swords and heard the gentle whisper of the demon‘s voice say, ‘‘Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.’’

He brushed a finger on Secilia’s lips & a little later pressed his lips against hers. Secilia wanted to push him away, but she ended up placing her arms slowly near the demon’s face.

The demon pulled Secilia tighter and then let go. Secilia stood still for a moment. She placed her hands on her flushed cheeks, and watched the demon wink at her before he vanished with a snap of his fingers.

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4th Feb., 2021. (c)

#OhMyLove!

I gaze up at the millions of stars above my pimple of a head, twinkling in the midnight sky. They remind me of my nightdress, sprinkled with silver embellishments. I’m seated on the edge of the crescent moon, swinging my pale legs back and forth as the cool summer breeze blows past the platinum strands falling in thin straight lines along my face. A certain demon occupies my mind, the mere thought of him makes me want to soar and fly but I remain there like a tiny wispy snowflake, a speck upon the speckled grey stone, waiting for his prompt arrival.

I imagine his tanned arms wrapped around my waist as we swing our legs below the crescent moon, intertwined in each other like poison ivy. He whispers in my ear, tantalizing fantasies, how he yearns to be my undoing while I seek to unravel his coal heart. He hesitates when I phrase my wishes out loud, looking down with empty eyes, he looks hopeless, like he’s given up on himself. There’s no way out of this dilemma for him. He’s born demon kind. And I am born angel kind. We are two worlds apart yet there’s no love like ours. Dark, tragic, forbidden.

He was a tall, dark haired boy with beautiful caramel skin and eyes like honey. His words are always smooth and bewitching, tantalizing even as he whispers hatred into your soul. I am a petite, light haired boy with pale, almost white skin, and I have eyes like an icy glacier. My words make you turn to the light, make you let go of all your fears and bitter feelings.

But.. I am in love with the one I am supposed to hate and fear with all my being. And yet, when he whispers in my ears about how he loves me instead of making me want to give up, I return them, playfully teasing the one I am supposed to run from. His hands, so much bigger than mine as we intertwine fingers, that he has used to strangle countless innocent souls, so gentle when he strokes my hair.

The feeling of pleasure as he kisses my cheek, the same lips he used to plunge many a fair maiden into dispair. The face that looks up from my lap and the mouth that smiles when I scold him. All things that I should dislike. I fear I may have gotten myself into a bind. Love is a dangerous thing..

He strokes the feathers on my wings so lovingly, you wouldn’t believe that he has torn many a pair of wings apart. I, unfortunately love everything about him. The way he looks at me from under his slightly curled bangs, the soft smile I get when I tell him I love him, all the flowers he brings for me. I think that I don’t care what others might say, as long as I have him.

It might not work, and I told him so. He just looked at me, and smiled. He told me that even if it doesn’t work, he will accept the fact. He told me that true love transcends who or what you are. And I think that he is right. He could easily lie, spouting things I want to hear, and instead tells the truth ruthlessly when he is with me. I didn’t ever question his love.

I knew we would be found out eventually. He protected me, and I him. We have decided that we don’t want to be left alone in the dark. We want to be in the light, clarity pure and true surrounding us and our hearts. As a fire rages from the anger cast our way, he pulls me close,smiling. I smile too, because I know that we will be alright. We will be just fine.

And now I think, that Eve did the right thing by biting the forbidden fruit. I think to myself thoughts that I would never dare think, nor say out loud a few months ago. I say things my mother would be ashamed of, without batting an eye. In a way, I have bitten the forbidden fruit, and I have decided to throughly enjoy the nectar.

The Demon plays the role of Devil’s Advocate.

The Angel plays the role of savior, teacher, and healer.

A beautiful disaster made neither in Heaven nor Hell but somewhere in-between.

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They met as enemies on a battlefield. Both intending to save the world:

The Demon, who pledged to purge evil, led his armies as he had earned his horns in Hell.

The Angel, who pledged to save the world, brought peace as she had earned her wings in Heaven.

″Hell is full of good meanings, but heaven is full of good works.”

When she told him this, he fell in love.

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One day the Angel fell in battle and could no longer fly.

The Demon offered her immortality if she would stay by his side forever.

Unable to return to Heaven or Hell lest they be apart,

they wander the world to this day bringing war and peace.