Cold Hearts

Prologue:

What happens when a demon falls in love and then loses that love in a terrible tragedy? A rare occurrence indeed, but love among demons dose exist and is known as one of the most powerful types of love. If a demon loses a love they will most likely to die along with them, but what if they don't, an eternity of self loathing and depression that's what would happen, just like the demon in this story... INTRO:
I held her to my chest; her warm body heated my cold heart. Her skin was soft and pal, I was hesitant to touch, afraid I might brake her porcelain skin. She was so beautiful, her hair was covered the length of her back and her eyes, oh her eyes, they seemed to puncture a hole deeper in to my heart every time she looked at me.
She pulled away and stared at me. "I love you," she said. Oh those words, the words I longed to hear every day and her voice, the voice that shattered any trace of thought in my mind.
She kissed me ever so gently on the mouth, my heart raced and I thought my head was going to burst at the feel of her soft lips against my cold black skin. With that one simple expression of love I knew that we were meant to be and I wouldn't, I couldn't let anything happen to her and so I told her that, wiping away any trace of fear she felt.
Before I meet this wonderful woman, I was a cold, dark overlord, swallowed by my own misery. I was cruel and torturous to my servants. I took what I wanted, when I wanted it, until she came in to the picture, her love like an ice storm freezing my heart in an overwhelming burst of joy. Never before then did I ever feel such passion, such love for anyone or anything in that matter.
I wanted to keep her by my side forever until she became devastatingly ill, confined to her bed for weeks. She died only months after we meet, but that was long enough for me to know and love her as a person. The thought of not have her with me as my queen for ever turned my stomach and I imminently broke down, sobbing in to my large demonic hands.
Never again would I hold her, protecting her from fear. Never again would we laugh together by the fire. Never again would I kiss her and tell her, "I love you." Never again would we make love in the utmost passionate way. Never, never again.
In all my life I have never cried, I have sobbed in grief, but never have I actually fell to my knees and burst out in tears. My heart broke in two, my conscience shattered and my thoughts were filled with nothing, but the look on her face when she died, that cold, pal, lifeless look that was painted in my head for ever.
I went back to my old selfish ways, hated and feared by all. Every night I'm haunted by nightmares, nightmares that will torture my for the rest of eternity and every night I cry, I cry myself to sleep thinking of her and how there was nothing I could do to save her, until I fell in love again...