♥ Blackheart ♥

Tears

Ah, Gressil. I thought back onto earlier when a muddied man introduced himself to me. Nancy's.... Nancy's boyfriend. It all rung clear to me now, his use of the word companions. They were no friends of his, merely his co-workers and he was the boss.

I looked at this man, the one I had allowed into my house. He was now no longer a man, he was a stranger. The one who I previously thought of as perfect. Everything had changed, Elementals existed and my friend was simply dating one. I grew angry at all this sudden change. Demons existed and this.... this man.... was one of them. Who was he? Now things made less sense, what does he want with me? My questions became more severe.

Are demons cruel? No, he made me a goddamn bowl of cereal. He gave me his coat. But he is a Demon, so is it that they are nice? No, he smashed his Fathers face with his fist and destroyed my wall. So he is evil but nice only to me. Now everything became a confusing blur. I procedeed to think this over, his words not entering my ears. Why would he only be nice to me? Why does he care to explain my powers? There must be another reason he is here. So he despises his Father and likewise and is battling in a war of integrity on mortal soil. Fine. But what does he want with me, why is he here?

He continues to speak, barely catching on to what he says I interrupt him with a shout.

"What do you want here huh?" He appears confused.

"I am fighting with my Father"

"No! No, I know that, why are you here? With me?  What to do you want with me?" I begin to feel helpless, my words becoming breathless as I retaliate with anger. I become so angry that I can feel the tops of my ears get hot, I can barely breathe and tears fall from my face as I see nothing but a wet blur. My words becoming wails, I do what no Claudia has ever done, the most shameful thing she will ever do. I cry. Hard. I couldn't control it. My face red. Wails escaping my mouth, I fall to the floor.

I feel hurt, it is a sharp pain in my heart. My long black hair falls to the floor once more, covering his view of my face. It feels great in an odd way, I haven't cried since I was a small child. I've been building this pain up for over 4 years at least. I used to cry occasionally but I stopped as I matured, I thought it was for the best but this feels good too. I shake weakly, I try to shut up but I can't. I call out for Blackheart like a child. Unable to regain maturity from the hurt that has struck me. My anger has abandoned me and left me with my other enemy, sadness. I feel so confused that it's making me cry, I am lost. Part of me wishes I was just left alone, that's just the pain talking. The other is grateful for waking me up out of this boring nightmare I call a life. I am thankful for all the excitement that is yet to come, and all of the adventures.

I now lay on the floor, struggling to breath looking up at the ceiling light. I try to stop the tears, my face sullen. Blackheart drops to his knees and sits besides me. He lifts my head up and supports my back until I am sat upright. Sending a sympathetic, concerned look an unexpected movement shocks me. I sit upright yet bury my head in my legs. When I feel one hand wrap around my left shoulder and another pull me closer. The hands are pale, I know they are his. He uses his hidden strength and lifts me up onto his lap. Leaning up against the back of the sofa he holds me into his chest. He holds me tightly. I hate to admit it but I like it, It's nice. I allow myself to lean my head against his chest. My tears wetting his shirt. I shut my eyes and rest against him. I am tired, I am weak. My breathing calms and my tears stop coming. I sigh.

Blackhearts POV:

I look down towards the fragile girl, stroking her hair. I brush it out of the way delicately with my fingers and use the corner of my sleeve to dry her tears. It momentarily surprised me, that girl was strong but my lord, how she could cry an entire ocean.

I feel shuffling as Claudia looks up at me for a brief moment with sadness and trust in her eyes before hiding herself in my chest once again. It was an odd feeling for me, pleasurable still. I had not been around the presence of a girl before and this one was pretty. It was as though she looked to me to confirm whether she should allow herself this pleasure. It was clear to me that she had never been held in the arms of someone before nor was she accustomed to crying. She was so tired, I could sense her drained energy. I looked down at her again, like I did when we were at the bench. I could tell she never understood why I was so curious, I did not care to explain to her the reasoning why.

She was just so beautiful, her hair seemed to always fall perfectly into place, even when it fell on to her face it was pretty. Her eyes are this incredible green shade, like forests and diamonds, blended together. I knew that even for a human, green eyes are amongst the rarest. I smirk to myself at this thought, but she is no human. At least not entirely. I find it amusing that even throughout having mythical powers, she had not once questioned how it was possible for a human to perform such acts. I found it rather saddening actually, she must have forgot the marking on the back of her neck, I wonder if she has ever once noticed it. A mythical creature trying to fit in amongst humans, that must have pained her. She must have question if there were other Humans that hated their species as much as she did. I guess she thought she was the only one, she isn't. There are none alike because no human exists that hates their species, she just isn't human. Does she not question the fact that she has no family, nor traces of one. It was a terrible fate, the one that she belongs to. Yet she belongs to it no longer.

I am a creature here to interrupt her miserable life, I will end her suffering. I for once take pity on her soul. A wretched monster like me though, hm. That will be hard for her to like, I wonder how much she will despise me once she knows how cruel Demons can be. I am evil, yes, and there is no doubt about that. Yet I shall never mistreat her. What will she think of being herself? I wonder if she will get hurt or will understand that some things just have to be done. I won't take the chance of letting her choose good or evil if she'll get hurt to find out. Will I ever find out? If not then she will never truly like me or dislike me. Besides, there are other objectives. The souls of San Venganza still remain and I will have to leave eventually, I wonder if she will join me?

She falls asleep on me, I chuckle lightly. She's stubborn, in denial that coffee does cause her insomnia. Perhaps she doesn't truly realise how often she falls asleep.... on me. Lifting the hair from the back of her neck I gaze upon her markings, the royal family crest. A crest that belongs to only the strongest beings. A legacy. A myth. A family shrouded in secrecy.

Don't worry I'm not done, I just wanted to give you a chapter a little early. I'm so proud of this work, it is so much more superior. It is good from the beginning to the end. I love how much I have changed and progressed. I truly hope you have enjoyed this chapter.

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