Another little something I whipped up to go along with "Sin" (kind of, sorta, but not really). Anyway this one is in Laharl's POV, like I promised! I SWEAR I'm working on Demon's Wish. Promise! I plan to update this weekend, before Valentine's Day. In the meantime, read this and review please!
I never believed in emotions. After my mother died, I cast away any feelings of love or compassion that I had. I didn't care. Love was a feeling that an Overlord didn't
need, and what good was love anyway? It only caused pain and sorrow. When I first met her, I thought she was just another moron. After getting to know her, I
decided that she really was an idiot, but... she really cared. Sure she may be stupid and annoying, but she grew on me, as much as I hate to admit it. That time, when
she was kneeling before the Seraph, and being envolped in a white light to "repent" for a crime she never even committed, I felt so...desperate. I didn't want to lose
she smiled and handed me her pendant, I didn't really want it. I didn't want only a memory. When the light faded and I saw a little white lily in her place, I
felt so lost, so angry, and so...broken, that nothing had mattered to me anymore. I only wanted vengence, blood; but when I thought of how sad and disappointed
she would be if I killed the Seraph, I decided it would be better not to. Because of that, he brought her back as a fallen angel, and when I held out my hand to her and
said, "Let's go home." I remember she smiled and responded with a soft, "Yeah." I always say that love is for morons, but if that's true, then I think I might be the
most stupid of them all.