The demon I fell in love with

It's him

Years passed...I was now 18 and stopped going on hunting trips with my parents because of what happened. They weren't very happy about it but I didn't care! It wasn't fair for the ones who try to live their lives and then it had to come to a sudden end. My dad set up a security system of course. I sat by the window and drew most of the time being until I saw a very familiar face. Marion. It was ACTUALLY him. His hair was shorter with his body more built as if he was training for years. I couldn't stop looking at him..something was just interesting about his appearance was more intriguing..I just wanted to be more closer to him. He soon caught me staring with his eyes wide as he realized who I was after seeing the bracelet on my wrist.

"Oh god.." I muttered under my breath after realizing he saw me. He left his friends and went or the door but before he could knock I opened the door and shut off the cameras for him to come inside.

"Oh...thanks!" He came in and not long after an awkward moment of silence we started to talk. He seemed okay at first with his coronation day coming up but then once he got deeper into conversation, that's when my blood started to boil with rage.

"My dad pushed me, a lot.he still does with wanting me to be the best reaper out there because Im about to rule the kingdom..". He went on to tell me about his dad being filled with anger and hatred towards him throughout the years with his mother not even tromp to step in to stop him. The more he talked about it, the worse it got; he had some scars that were visible to see. I felt my heart drop to my stomach with trying not to get too angry with it. He looked up at me with his hollow eyes and stopped talking to soon look away with tears in his eyes. No hesitation in the next move I made which was wrapping my arms around him tight and pulled him close with my cheeks red and burning. He didn't make a move but not long after let's out a whimper to a sob then hugged me tight with him trembling in fear and trauma. I didn't want to let go of him. I didn't want him to leave me. Not again. Not this time.

"Marion, you are a great person; we haven't seen each other in years but I feel your strength is still in there. It'll take time for you to heal but I want to be there the whole time of that process..I really do!". I rubbed his back for a little bit before he looked at me with red cheeks and a small smile. We came up with a plan of running away before his coronation day to find a home and live there away from the chaos. To be with each other as I call it...or well to have him to be my boyfriend..hehe..just gonna let my gayness come out.