There was a time where I was happy.
And I'm not talking about my childhood before everything was stripped away from me, no, I mean the time where I was happy and in love.
My very first girlfriend...she was all I needed to stay happy. I loved her, I craved her. And yet, in the end, I lost her. Some demon deal stole her from me.
I grieved and I loved...but finding love in another that made me as happy as Bela? That was hard.
Until I met her, found out she was a demon. I tracked her for weeks, watched her as she broke up a couple because he was lonely after his girlfriend went to Hell with his brother. I watched as she made him drink her blood and trained him to use his powers.
I watched her for weeks, I grew obsessed with her. Why? God if I know. But she was gorgeous. She knew I was watching, she tried to kill me a few times.
But the night I laid with her, the night a demon showed me more pleasure than I could've ever imagined...I felt that spark I missed so much.
That is, of course, until those godforsaken Winchesters killed her for her betrayal. Killed her for betraying Sam and setting Lucifer free.
I grieved for months. Months, until I met him.
Adam.
He was so kind and sweet and made me feel so special despite all the hurt I caused him out of fear of getting too close.
But as I loved him, and grew closer to him, you pushed us apart. And for what? To have a vessel to continue some millennias old fight?
Michael, I loved him! And you stole him from me! Am I just not fated to be happy? Did God, your father, not want Kaida Thatch to be happy?
He got his damn wish.
You want the whole story? Then sit your feathered ass down and listen to me.
