Have you ever been in love?"
The moon and the subtle lighting of the barren room that encaged her glinted off her golden locks as she looked up at me with those cerulean hues. As she got into bed, I noticed her night wear becoming too short for her before the blankets of her bed concealed her, grasping the stuffed spider I crocheted for her in her youth tight as if it were a teddy bear.
How could she ask me that?
ME...of all people...
...well...
...not people.
As a demon, I feel very little emotion, as I had turned off that part of me long ago. I am a being who dwells in shadows and feeds off light; a being that spins intricate webs of fallacies to trick my prey and entangle them in that web.
But, I have also lived for quite a long time, and had privy to some front row seats in the evolution of man...
...I've heard a lot about love.
The stories of princesses being rescued by Prince charming, love overcoming all odds, the stories of Aphrodite and her association with Venus...two souls becoming one...
...the happily ever after.
But in truth, what I have heard about love sounds more of a Poseidon/Neptunian fever dream than a Venutian reality...
I have seen and studied love. It's folly, it's weakness, it's delusion born of desire, it's role in many wars and countless lives decimated in its name. And for what?
Humans are interesting; their greed knows no bounds, but in the face of detriment, their ability to adapt to change is on par with their greed...so much so that I believe that it was bred into them; that light to change things...
...the light we crave.
My understanding of the truest instances of love goes beyond that initial spark. The reality of love is full of light and darkness, ups and downs, heartache...
...growing pains.
Love is not about two becoming one, but two letting life teach them and grow into the two best versions of themselves. If they happen to breed a being capable of the love they show, so be it.
It is learning how to love yourself while the other chooses to do the same.
It is radically accepting and standing by one another, whether they decide to play the role of vicTOR or VicTIM in their story; the ones fighting for evil, or the ones fighting against it...
...and, oh that line is always so thin...
I've heard a lot about love. But never have felt it.
...even so; without my emotions, with her dragging me along through her life, her naiivity, her age, her innocence, being forced to carry out her will until the day she dies and I ravish her soul from the inside out...
...I still find I feel a frightening uneasiness in regards of this response.
I find that, with her, the meaning of "love" becomes all the more clear to me...
...and what now strikes me is how easy it was to become the prey entangled in her web...