Don't Forget

Henry

Over 500 years without her. Wandering this Earth without my reason to live. Arana. The demoness who gave me eternal life over 1,500 years ago. The centuries spent together were the most beautiful of my entire existence. We sowed chaos wherever our hearts desired. There was not a single place where our passage had not left an unforgettable mark.

What I thought was a gift turned out to be a problem, because Men can have a long memory. In fact, some of our victims dedicated their lives to eradicating us when they found out what we were. And they managed to snatch Arana from me... With the help of their Lord and his angels!

But I've learned over time that nothing really lasts forever. And with patience and hope, I finally found her. Arana... Of course, today her name is Tilia. But it's her. It is her reincarnated soul. I felt her come back to this world the day she was born. After spending more than a millennium as one with her, her return was like seeing the sun rise again after a life in darkness.

It didn't take me long to find her in Montana. She didn't physically resemble my Arana, but she was still just as beautiful. I could see her soul in her eyes. I waited for her to remember her past life, but in vain. She was too happy as Tilia June. She had her parents and her little sister Fara. Quite the opposite of the life of misery that Arana knew growing up.

She indeed became a demoness to bring her little brother back from an unjust death. So I thought that the death of her sister could revive her memory. It didn't work, but Tilia was starting to look more and more like my demoness.

It was possible to see her anger bubbling to the surface. She reminded me of my other half who largely lived in rage due to her corruption in hell. She took pleasure in using it against poor souls by torturing them to her heart's content. She taught me all the possible horrors that could be inflicted on a man, a woman or whatever.

But that rage was extinguished after meeting Alec McDeer. Another obstacle in my plan. Seeing that I was losing her more and more with every moment she spent with him, I decided to get rid of him by creating the accident. A malfunctioning light there, a distracted trucker here, and Alec was a distant memory.

I made sure Tilia didn't take too many injuries and recovered quickly. I then had the brilliant idea of ​​speeding up Arana's return by offering her the chance to bring her late boyfriend back from the dead in exchange for her soul. I figured a stay down there might revive her memory. After all, my demoness Arana was born out of years spent in hell.

Born in 500 BC in a territory now known as Mongolia, Arana was the eldest daughter of a peasant family. There was only her, her faded mother, her distant father and her little brother Sima. He was seven and was the apple of her eye.

At 18, she was working hard in the field to support the family. Sima loved keeping her company and helping her with her many tasks despite their father's complaints. "It was the women's job to cultivate the field. " he said.

Protective, she ignored her father's comments and let Sima come if he felt like it. The day always passed more quickly with her brother by her side.

One fateful day, Arana and Sima were going about their business in the field when three evil-looking men riding silver-coated mounts emerged from the forest surrounding them. They raced towards Arana who was clutching her frightened little brother.

—    What a beautiful specimen, said the largest of the three strangers, detailing Arana from head to toe.

She was indeed a beautiful young woman. Tall and slender, she made the men of her village drool and made the women around her jealous. Her long, wavy jet-black hair that reached her hips only embellished her pretty face with high cheekbones, almond brown eyes and luscious pink lips. Several men wanted to marry her, but marriage was not her priority. She didn't want for anything in the world to leave her little brother who was still too young to take care of himself. She knew her parents were sadly cold and hateful, so she didn't want him to suffer like she had suffered growing up with them.