How is this possible, for the best hunter around, to end up like this? If it weren't for him… Arthur I miss you. Why'd you have to leave me like that? I know at that time I was being selfish but you were too.
I remembered my last entry in my diary, as I watched at the person, no, monster in front of me. He was extending his toward me but I couldn't move. He's too close and not even the best of us hunters can help it after the spell has been laid. I can feel his beautiful violet eyes staring at me, and that egoistic smile – only I've seen it on his face– reform on his face to glare and his lips turn into a frown. If only I would have understood what that letter meant and now I'm unable to move as my archenemy is probably going to kill me and I can't even curse him out loud. It's like time is frozen and it has taken me as well.
In a dark room somewhere in the even darker city of London there were two figures, the other standing tall and proud and the other chained with unseen shackles and kneeling. The other is undoubtedly a demon trying to allure his enemy, bound by lost arts, something even most of other demons have forgotten. The kneeling person must be a hunter then, one who wishes to rid the world of all evil, not a priest, not a holy person following the god but a killer.
"Well how nice you are looking this time around, Alfred. Can't hide behind your teacher anymore, can you?" The demon was sneering at Alfred not trying to hide the malice in his voice. But to let you all know, he was very pleased with himself and the situation, it wasn't everyday you caught your bride to be walking around the alleyways unguarded and unarmed. "Oh my demon got your tongue?" The demon laughed and gently slapped Alfred's face before taking a hold of his chin and forcing him to look up into his cruel amethyst eyes. Alfred tried hard to break free of the spell but unable to even blink his eyes. He didn't know the demon's name but he wasn't sure he even wanted to know it, at this rate he would be food for a demon before even getting a chance at an apology to his most beloved.
After staring into Alfred's eyes for a long while the demon leaned forward and caught the hunter's lips in a searing, blissful kiss. After he withdrew Alfred was able to only shut his eyes as his world turned a deep black abyss full of horrors.
Thank you for reading. This turned out to be much shorter than I intended, well I'm lazy and cba to write more... And after Writing this I just noticed that I'm not sure about the demons true identity myself.