Demon Love

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I lay, bleeding and bruised, harmed both physically and mentally. I had only wanted love. Now my fate was greeting me on its doorstep. I had never wanted to know death, only hope. But now it was too late. I could only pray.

Another fiery pain shot up my leg, making me cry out. Why had it come to this? I can remember when I was normal, with normal friends, normal parents, and a normal life. Then I had to go and mess it up by finding… him. My eyes darted around, still looking for an exit. A single door with a blazing exit sign above it was the only way. I started army crawling towards it, but I ended up being thrown into a wall. Blood trickled down my face, and I was having trouble staying awake. The demon laughed at my state, so pleased at its performance.

“You made a good effort, Essandra Nightingale. You will die knowing you tried.” He lunged at me with his fangs bared. My eyes scanned the room, looking for one last thing to remember before I left.

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