The Demon King And The Hero (Part One)

Chapter Sixteen: The Demon King's Astonishment

A/N: After two years I've finally updated. Sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy.

P.S. it's been a while so it might not be so great.

Chapter Sixteen: The Demon King's Astonishment

There was no need to stay in the vicinity surrounding Elrath any longer; they had enough food and supplies to last them until they reached another town. Hopefully a town that did not care about what a person looked like. The Hero and Gaitis were very adamant about this, neither willing to explain why, but both wanted to get as far away as possible.

And so they headed onward.

Nemis understood that it was supposedly all for his sake, but he also considered the fact that neither of the humans liked to stay in one spot for too long, and there was some mumbling of the possibility of attacks.

It didn't bother him, but again, he yielded to the want of the Hero.

He had no energy inside him to oppose her, even if it was just in the sanctuary of his mind. He didn't have the heart to be angry or even annoyed. The strangeness he'd been experiencing, the thing he could not name; he could finally place it. In a way, it gave him relief. He wasn't sick. But for the same reason it terrified him.

He did not need the burden of loving her.

He could never act on his feelings and he wasn't going to lie; he valued his own life. The girl was a hero, the one person that wanted him dead the most. He had no right to feel those emotions.

If he was the darkness, chaos incarnate, the Hero was the light. The beautiful, enraptured light that blinded him with such ferocity that he wanted to die. Just by being in her presence, thinking such thought, he was dirtying her. It was almost too painful* to handle. Even if it was possible for him to tell her, to get across the smoldering emotion that was as foreign to him as immortality was to a human, there was no chance in Hell that she would return the sentiments. Especially if she ever learned his true nature. Even if she didn't he was sure she would murder him before he could even finish saying those three words.

The Hero was so closed off, so cold. Nemis was well aware that she shunned any feelings that got in the way. He watched her deny her own heartbreak and sorrow as if they were a sickness she needed to purge.

Yet, that was one of the reasons he was so drawn to her. The Hero was like ice, in both her personality and looks. She was resolute and strong, with an inner strength incomparable to others.

She was so vastly different than any demon or mortal alike that he could only place her in her own class altogether. She was Hero.

And In his mind, she was a damn good one at that.

Though he understood that from a different perspective, she could be considered below par, especially for her antics. The heroes he remembered would never associate with demons, even half-bloods. They wouldn't travel with people like him, even if they had too. They would rather die than be near someone who's hair was a dark as night.

But she was different.

Nemis sighed and followed as the other two hurriedly headed out of their now empty camp

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Shion looked back at Nemis, wondering what he was thinking about. Every once in a while she could hear a sigh and when she turned to look, his head was down and his body drooping.