I love a demon

Jutt minu sõbrale, kes on parim inimene, keda ma tean.

Once there lived a demon. He didn`t love anyone or anything. Wait… no there was one girl in his life but she betrayed him. She said that the demon was too ugly for her and she ran to her angel. A guy who was perfect in all ways. After that, demons heart grew darker by every day. Soon he forgot everything about the world above him. A world where creatures died young betrayed each other and killed each other for fun.
Minutes grew into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, and years into centuries but he was still alone. All alone in the Hell. The demon knew that he would be alone. Forever. Until one day.
That girl had always thought that she would be alone. She wasn`t beautiful for humans, not enough smart or not enough cruel. She was something more than all others. She was a queen. Angel of love and peace. She was everything good.
One day, the girl was sent to Hell. She was the sacrifice for the demon. If the demon killed her, peace would come to her people. The girl did it because she was tired of hearing how she was weird.
When the girl walked up to the demon, she felt something. Something that she hadn`t felt for sixteen years. Her heart fell for the demon. The demon smile with a pain in his heart. How could he kill her? That was out of question.
“So you are the sacrifice?” the demon asked quietly.
“Yes. I`m all yours,” the girl answered and looked into the demons´ eyes.
The demon walked slowly to the girl and raised her chin to have a better look at her. Maybe his body was just getting old? No. He knew what he felt for her. It was something he never thought that he could feel again. Love.
“Are you going to kill me?” the girl asked with a smile.
The demon couldn`t answer. What should he had answered? That no, he loves her even though he didn`t know her name? That she was everything she had looked for? The demon was in more pain of that because he knew that if the girl doesn`t say that she loves him; he would have to kill her. But because he couldn`t kill her, he must give her to other demons. Who would do more things to her.
“Dear, demon. Before you start enjoying my blood I want to say something,” the girl said and took the monsters` hand and kissed it gently.
“I love you,” whispered the girl, her tear falling on the demons` hand.
“You can`t love me…” the demon whispered back, trying not to hug her and roar out of happiness.
“I don`t care if you`re a demon. I don`t care!”
“I`m ugly. I kill people to live. I have a twisted personality. You can`t love me,” the demon kept talking, taking steps back.
The girl looked in pain as the demon walked back but she kept walking towards him. She didn`t care about that. She loves him. More than herself. If she had to feel pain as Jesus had, she would. She would anything.
“I don`t care. I love you. You`re not ugly for me,” she said and touched the demons` face gently.
“For me you are the most beautiful thing ever. Your personality is the half I need to fill mine. Your kills will be forgiven for the lives I have saved. I love you.”
The demon looked at the girl and felt that he was crying. He hadn`t cried for twenty one centuries. He knew this meant it. He really loves her and she loved her back. The demon took the girls` face between his two big hands and looked into her eyes.
“I love you as well,” he whispered and kissed her.

Never think that you are the ugliest or the poorest. There are people who are worse than you. People who wish to be you and have what you have. If you have a person you love and who loves you back, then treasure her/ him. Believe in yourself - by Merlin.

Mulle niisamuti meeldis. :)
Olgugi, et ma kõigest sõna-sõnalt aru ei saanud.

*Nastik.: Ei ta ei tapetud
The demon was in more pain of that because he knew that if the girl doesn`t say that she loves him; he would have to kill her. But because he couldn`t kill her, he must give her to other demons.
Ehk siis kui tüdruk ei oleks öelnud, et ta armastab teda siis oleks pidanud see deemon andma ta teistele, sest ta ei suutnud seda tappa.
Loodan, et said aru
Cilen: Tänan ning milline koht jäi segaseks?

Mitte et sinu jutt kuidagi segaselt või imelikult kirjutatud oleks. Muidugi mitte.
Minu inglise keel pole lihtsalt kõige parem.

*Nastik.: Juhtub XD
Cilen: Aa olgu Juba kartsin, et olen teinud mingi väga kummalise vea sisse. Inglise keel pole mu parim, kuid kui sa tahad, et su sõbrad (kes oskavad ainult seda keelt) saaks ka öelda midagi, siis tuleb lihtsalt ennast kätte võtta ja kõik inglise keele tunnid meelde tuletada :)