Love Of The Demon

THE START 01

20XX

In the cold night of January, between the quiet houses, where only little stands were lighting the place, there was a sudden pole of blue light. One end touched the floor and the other end was cutting through the clouds and the sky. The sudden light made the place around very bright, as if the light fought the black darkness and won.

From inside the light pole, a person came out with a basket beside her, floating. When she landed the floor, the basket was still floating next to her. When the pole of light faded away, the person and the basket was well visible.

The woman was in a black dress that was short with no sleeves, which it matched really well with her silk light blue hair and her ocean blue eyes. She looked very beautiful. But her face was full of sadness.

The basket floating next to her was weaved with what looked like a bamboo, with soft and warm fabric. Under the basket there was six bats flopping its wings, which looked like it was holding the basket.

Inside the basket, there was an baby, who was white as a snow with its hair and eye colour being fire red. It was sleeping peacefully inside the cozy basket.

When the woman moved, the basket followed behind. Floating softly so the baby didn't wake up. They kept moving forward until when they reached a house. The house was a bit old and was a unit. There were six doors facing towards the street, attached to one building. On the door, there were numbers from 24 to 29, which meant the address numbers.

The woman moved towards the door with the number 24. She raised her hand and the bats carrying the basket, moved in front of her so she could see the baby. She hugged the baby carefully so she didn't wake up and stared at the baby. She stared as if she was sorry and unfortunate. She putted the baby back inside the basket, then the bats went down and left the basket on the floor in front of the door number 24.

The woman waved her hand in the air, then suddenly a paper and a feathered pen started to form with bright lights around it. She got the one paper in one hand and the pen on the other, then started scribbling something which looked like a message but impossible to read. After she finished the writing, she put the pen on her palm facing up and again with the bright lights the pen disappeared. And she looked down at her message and mumbled something, again impossible to understand. Suddenly the paper shined and the words changed to English.

Her tears finally came down her face and onto the paper. She left the paper on top of the baby, which read:

Hi, I'm really sorry but, I can't have this baby.

Sorry, sorry. Can you please give love to this baby for me...

Her name is 'Eve'. You can give her your surname. Sorry.

Sincerely Tira Reo Millani, Eve's mum...

After leaving the note and the baby, she turned around flicking her twinkling tears to go back. She walked back to the street and again, there was a bright light of pole and she walked into the pole, when the pole was gone, she was gone as well.