No Happy Ever Afters

I, a living immortal bound to life through the liquid gushing through these vessels, go by the name of Luka Crosszeria, the Demon King of the Dark Side of the Moon. The lesson that my immortality has taught, will never reach these puny humans. My mistake goes all the way back to the time of a fair maiden, her silk blond hair glistened at the reflection of the moon, when the human world was silent and cuddled in their beds. My eyes searching for the mere glow of her white skin. The maiden that has brought me to my biggest illusion yet. Polluting my mind, robbing my senses, stealing me of all that makes me, me. She'd call me into her room, being merely her butler; I'd delightedly accept her command. Like a baby I would sleep cradled in her arms, the love would leak out of its seal and would command for a dire kiss. Yet our relationship was only to the extent of master and butler, in the end.