Between Wather and Fire

TRIGGER WARNING

It was the first time that someone had drawn my attention in the true sense of the word. It wasn't just a curiosity.
I was sure of that.
It was obsession. Obsession crossed the threshold of madness.
Helen Casado was the first woman I had allowed to live even though she had tried so many times to kill me.
She saw me as a monster.
I was the reason for her nightmares and her most dirty and erotic fantasies.
I was also the creator of her suffering and her healer.
Her executioner and her savior.
But I was nowhere near what she thought I was.
In the end, she will realize on her own that there is no victory when you try to play with the Devil.
Because this is me. The devil walking among the living.
Because when you die, you choose between water and fire. Become one with the sea of ​​destroyed people, or rise as an avenging angel of death. And usually you get the title of Devil. It's not my case either. I wanted death, but at the same time I was very stubborn to die. But I had chosen fire.