Cold Hearts

Chapter1

I was sitting on my throne, as I usually did, sipping a small glass of wine. I was always drinking, trying to drown out the visions of my previous love.

The silence of my quarters rang in my ears, it was annoying in a way and driving me crazy, not that I'm saying I'm not suffering from some sort on insanity, but don't we all. My eyes throbbed from constant crying and migraines pounded in my head like jackhammers through concrete.

The roses on my end table wept and peddles slowly fell off; it reminded me of 'her' and the way she died, slowly and painfully. I found myself tearing again, 'how could people respect such a sorrowful Djinn?' I asked myself, but I wouldn't step down for anyone even though I knew the truth, which was that I am and always will be weak and shameful because of her death.

My own pain caused others pain, for I would destroy anyone who mentioned her name or said anything about love. Love, what a disgusting feeling, only now did I feel this way, now that she was gone.

The pain in my heart was now becoming unbearable; I had to find a way to ease it, so I stepped out, out on to the cold harsh waist lands of hell. Just the sight of this place made me sigh, there was no love, no passion, no hope and that's what I disserve, a nothingness to wallow in and slowly go mad.

In to the forest I trampled, dead leaves and sticks crunching under my boots. Again, more death, I could not escape it, it was every where I looked, haunting me, but then again I welcomed death, I just wanted someone or something to put me out of my misery, but a Djinn cannot die, we are immortal.

I was about half a mile in to the woods when I heard a noise, a noise that sounded like someone was following me. I stopped and smelt the air; it was sweet like fresh flowers, but nothing unusual. Again a sound, this time a voice, a voice like a child, but higher like a woman. The voice giggled among the trees, but still I could not see where it was coming from.

I looked behind me, nothing. I looked back in front and that's when I saw her, the most beautiful angel I ever saw. She sat upon a bolder; looking at me with love struck eyes, an aurora of tiny stars fluttered around her, glowing like the night sky. I found that the aroma I had smelt before was coming from her and it flooded my nose as I got closer.

She giggled again at my shocked expression and spoke, "Hi," she said, her voice was more wonderful than I had imagined. "What's your name?" I hesitated, still in shock of what I have found.

"I am the Djinn, a Wishmaster, what is your name?"

"I'm Lilly," Lilly, what a beautiful name, a name that could have only come from heaven. Her beauty went quite well with her name. Could I be falling in love again? No, I wouldn't let myself get hurt again, but how could I resist such beauty and radiance when I just seem to stumble across it in the woods and oh how she remind me of 'her.'

"Where do you come from?" she asked, Her words seemed to pour out of her mouth like ice water and on to my burning heart, the steam coming up and warming my hate stricken face.

"I live in that castle," I pointed over the trees behind me, even though we were a half mile away you could still see my castle in the distance.

She stood up off the rock. Her body was so perfectly curved and her legs long and pal. Her hair was long and blond and flowed on to shoulders. Her eyes were blue and they stood out from the rest of her. Giant white wings caressed her back, she also wore white, short shorts showed off her legs and a tank top showed off her upper body.

I found myself thinking things I haven't thought for a long time, but gave myself a mental slap to wipe them away. "What are you doing in the forest?" she asked, I had to shake my head to keep my mined focused on her face and not the rest of her.

"Running away I suppose," I answered.

"Running from what?"

"From the darkness of my eternal tomb." She giggled again at the expression on my face. "You think that's funny, hu?" she just nodded and nudged my shoulder playfully. Oh I remember how my love and I use to play by the fire on cold windy nights. I wish I could bring those moments back, but all that was now was a memory.

At that moment a loud bang from the sky filled my head, it was thunder and not long after it started raining. I had no chose, but to take her with me.

"You are welcome to stay in my castle for the night if you wish," I offered. Again the passion in her eyes gleamed, drawing me deeper to her world of love.

"I would love to," she replied. My heart leapt with joy at her answer and an evil smile spread across my face, but not to evil, I didn't want to scare her away.

I gave her the cloak that covered my back to shield her from the cold rain. She thanked me and we walked up the path to the warm housing that waited us. When we arrived she starred up at the towering castle as if she never seen anything like it.

Inside the fireplace was lit and torches were on various places on the walls, lighting the room.

"Your castle is so beautiful," she said and did a slight spin in the center of the throne room. She was so pure and care free, I wondered if she even knew what hate or evil was. She never looked at me with any discomfort. Even though I am a demon and she's an angel, I don't think looks matter to her.

She sat in front of the fire; the light shinning on her face made me stare at her as I sat on my throne.

"So what's it like to be a king?" she asked.

"What makes you think I'm a king?"

"Well you have a wonderful castle and throne to sit upon, you must be king are you not?"

"Oh I am."

"What exactly are you king of?"

"Right now I'm the king of depression."

"Please tell me what troubles you." She came closer to me, almost at my feet with an interested look.

"Well, two years ago I lost someone, someone I loved very much," I wondered why I had just opened up like that to her as if I have known her my whole life.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry, if there's anything I can do to help…" she cut her self off, I think she noticed that my eyes were watering again, I couldn't help it, just looking at Lilly made me think I was looking at her again.

"What was her name?" she asked.

"Crystal," I said it, I said the name I have been dreading for the past two years and why? Because of this girl who has pulled me out of the shadows and out into the open. I was fully crying now, my hand over my face and elbows on my knees.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you even more," she said as if she were going to brake down along with me.

"No it's not you, it's just that… you remind me so much of her that I keep thinking you are her," I said, my face still in my hands. She put her hands on my wrists and pulled them away from my head. I looked up to see that a small single tear was falling down her cheek.

"Do you really mean that?" she asked.

"I don't lie when it comes to talking about Crystal, she meant the world to me." I closed my I eyes for a moment, but that moment I will remember forever because Lilly saw fit to kiss me when I wasn't looking. It was the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced even though it only lasted a few seconds.

My eyes jolted open, but when I looked to see her she was already in front of the guest room door.

"Good night," she said without looking at me and went in to the bedroom. I was left to sit there on my throne in shock and embarrassment.