DEMONANGEL 2
I see him, lurking through the woods around The Tower. He is wearing nearly all black, his skin the lightest shade of tan. His sword bounces against his hip as he continues on. The snow melts away before him. He has magic.
I hear him stop and see him turn towards my tower. He is coming.
I see him clearer now, the trees no longer blocking my vision. He stands in sight of the window, looking up as I look down. His red eyes are filled with hatred and anger.
I am curious as to who he is. I look away. I do not need or want to know. I suddenly know.
He is the DEMON.
I sense another being. It is female. I smile and search the woods. I must find her. I desire to taste her flesh and pierce her sex.
I find a tower. A door and a window face the city. This tower is familiar. I stare at the woman in the window. Her pale blue eyes and skin tempt me to make blush and reddin.
She stares on, unwavering. I stare back, calculating. She looks away.
I remember the tale of old. I know who she is.
She is the ANGEL.
I hear him stop and see him turn towards my tower. He is coming.
I see him clearer now, the trees no longer blocking my vision. He stands in sight of the window, looking up as I look down. His red eyes are filled with hatred and anger.
I am curious as to who he is. I look away. I do not need or want to know. I suddenly know.
He is the DEMON.
I sense another being. It is female. I smile and search the woods. I must find her. I desire to taste her flesh and pierce her sex.
I find a tower. A door and a window face the city. This tower is familiar. I stare at the woman in the window. Her pale blue eyes and skin tempt me to make blush and reddin.
She stares on, unwavering. I stare back, calculating. She looks away.
I remember the tale of old. I know who she is.
She is the ANGEL.