My Demon King

8.

Chapter 8 : mr nice guy

"Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that."
-Martin Luther King

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MY eyes open tiredly to the comfort of warm sheets eloping me as I'm wrapped up like a little cocoon in the thick white sheets.

A puzzled look forms on my face, I thought naughty pets don't get privileges. I sigh and groan loudly as my body still ached and burned.

"Are you awake?" I hear hazels deep voice say gently. I could only groan as a response. I hear him chuckle before his face appears in front of me.

Surprised at his sudden appearance my eyes jolt open now fully admiring his red eyes. I didn't even notice that my hand was now stroking a strand of his long black hair out of his face.

He stares with confusion and I pull my hand away now realising who exactly this man is. Causing my arm to shoot with pain.

He notices "I'll get someone to come and attend to your wounds." He says gently giving me one last long look before leaving the room.

This was a completely different man that I first met. I was confused, very confused. I hope this wasn't going to be an occurring thing. I rather know whether I'm going to get beat every day or not at all. Not one or the other.

His eyes seemed gentle and his face appeared softer. I tried not to get my hopes up as he shows me a small bit of human decency and I was already getting my hopes up. Hoping that yesterday was just a bad day.

Maybe I am particularly to blame for my condition as I was pre warned. I just don't know when to keep my stupid mouth shut. I should of know better than to think I had a chance at escaping this.

Maybe it's because I was still in denial as if Damians full on supernatural transformation wasn't enough. Then again who would know the consequences would be so severe.

I hear hazel enter the room and someone following behind.

"She's over their," he says as I hear the other person walk over. I assumed she was female due to clanking of her heals as she walked over.

"Hello stranger," She whispers. It was her! The girl with the angelic voice that spoke to me before. Her face appears in front of me as she kneels beside the bed.

She didn't just sound angelic she looked like a absolute goddess! Her eyes were two different colours just like Tilly! The left was bright red and the right was grey. Her face looked soft her skin pale as her long pitch black hair slightly curled draped over her shoulders.

She smiles at me which made my heart warm,no wonder us humans are so easily deceived by these demons. They are incredibly gorgeous and stunning to the eye.

No wonder they see us as a inferior species, next to them I'm nothing and I had to face reality it was true,On so many levels!

Just like dogs were smart enough to entertain, to love, to feel, we are capable on our own but we still lack everywhere where they excel. Our minds our knowledge is little to non compared to them.