Despite knowing of his demonic nature, there have been times where I catch myself thinking that this beast in human form must have been sculpted by the gods. Too many times have I caught myself thinking that this monster, with his pale ivory skin, resembled statues that depict angels. Yet I know all too well that this creature of the night is no angel. He does not dwell in the light, bringing forgiveness and miracles to the desperate and helpless. No. This demon resides in the darkness, bringing only damnation and death to the forsaken and condemned. Yet despite what he is, what I know him to be, I still eagerly await the nights he embraces me, the nights when nothing exists but us in a tangle of silken sheets and limbs. Nights where only labored breaths and muffled moans can be heard. Nights where he touches me gently to bring satisfying contrast to the rough way his hips grind against my own. Nights where he lets me indulge in the sinfully delicious blood that glides smoothly down my parched throat.
He truly is the Devil. He is the one I seek refuge in when my nights become plagued with nightmares and memories too horrific for me to handle alone. The one who gives me all that I desire and more. He is the one who listens to my thoughts, as well as the hopes and dreams that I had long thought dead. He is the only one I can drop my guard around, the one who will keep me safe in my darkest hours. He is the one who will kiss me breathless until my thoughts drift and is the one who will hold me close after death comes so very close to collecting my forsaken soul. He is the one who embraces me despite knowing all of my imperfections. He is my refuge and my savior from madness. My Pureblood King and the one I love. He is my Kaname Kuran.
My Salvation.