the beekeeper.

epilogue.

the living embodiment of satan continued breathing.
he pushed through skeletons hung by clothes hangers in his closet,
morphed into a human boy,
learned to be a human girl,
and became a thorn in the ribs of a group.

he feigned love for a musician,
broke the heart of a lady,
fell in love with a bird,
and in the back of his mind he still ached.
not from the destruction he caused,
not from the forest fires he'd started with his hot spit,
not from the suffering of human souls as he walked among his whining peers,
but because of her:
the trap queen who started it all.

and as he feasted among human flesh and bones,
he thought of truffles and gum wrappers.
the memories of a broken legend carved into his red chest,
he couldn't forget.
excuses, excuses
it was because of men he had fallen the first time,
it was because of himself that he fell the second.
the last part was true,
he just didn't want to admit it at the time.
he admitted it last summer,
but in the end he disappeared again.
even the devil gets sorrowful over no hope.

so, he breathed,
and his fiddle turned into a violin at the mourning of a lost lover.
could the devil love?
surely.
he loved her to the moon and back,
and in the midst of mistreating her he lost sight of it.
how many years had it been?
not enough to forget.
not enough to disguise the violin symphony into upbeat fiddle melodies.

that's where the story ends.
his horns sanded down like hellboy,
he rides a bike down to the amphitheater and watches a movie about space.
resolution?
no.
good stories have resolution,
but a book about fake witches and humans bleeding into an angel turned sour doesn't get resolution.
it ends with unresolved issues and 3 years worth of regret.

does the devil ever return to being human?
does the girl ever forgive him?
will he stop floating astray down memory lane with a pair of scissors and bracelets?
the author doesn't even know.
end page.

a/n: oof well i finished the trio i started writing like two years ago called prologue, chapters, epilogue. i think it's a bit overdue.