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Fear

I am afraid,
I don't know why I'm afraid,
I just know I am afraid,
And I don't like being afraid.

I can feel the fear inside growing,
Like a storm that is constantly growing and changing.
I feel myself falling apart,
I don't know what to do.

Then I see you standing there,
With your hand outstretched,
Pleading for me to grab your hand,
But I push your hand away and tell myself that I can do this without help.

And I feel myself break when I hear you yell out my name,
You tell me to run,
You tell me to hide,
And you tell me to stay hidden till you get there.

I start to run,
I start to worry,
I start to feel afraid,
I start to panic,
And I start to cry.

Then, I hide myself far away from where I last saw you.
A blood curling scream pierces the air.
My blood froze.
Oh s***, he better be ok.......

Later that night,
I built a fire,
Hoping to see your shadow in the dark,
But I was visited by someone else.

It was the angel of death himself.
"What do you want...?" I asked him.
"Oh, I just wanted to stop by and say hey to my favorite demon...." He said with a sly smile.

"Leave me alone, you demon spawn...."
"Oh I will in a bit..."
"Just leave Lucifer, I don't want to deal with your crap."

"Fine, I shall leave you to morn your loss....." He said with a sigh.
"What do you mean by, 'loss'..?"
"This." Lucifer said while pulling a familiar lifeless body to the light.

I gasped and stifled a scream.
He grinned an evil smile.
"I hope you enjoy...."
"Oh, I will enjoy..." Then I launched myself towards him.

With that came a blood curling growl from my throat,
I was blood thirsty,
I was a monster,
I. Was. A. Demon.

I was ready to beat him,
I was ready to destroy him,
I was--
"Nora get down!!"
"What....?!"

Out of nowhere,
The sight of midnight black wings appearing right in front of me calms me.
"Michael....?" I ask the winged being.

"Yes, its me," you say to me.
"Good, now take care of Lucifer please."
"Will do, my queen."
And with that, you turned and began batteling the devil.

After about an hour, you came out on top, there for winning the battle.
You see me on the ground,
Curled up in a tiny ball,
Scared and afraid that I was going to get hurt during the battle.

You walk over to my shaking body,
Pick me up in your arms,
And look at my face, while trying to read my expressions.
"Are you ok, my queen...?" You whisper.

"Y-yeah, I-I guess...." I manage to say.
(Inhaled and sighed) "I'm glad your ok.... If you got hurt, I don't know what I'd do with myself...."
"I-I know love..... Same here..."

Then, you gather me closer to you,
Put your face close to mine,
And then you kiss me with so much passion, I lose myself in the moment and slowly fall asleep under your gaze.