A man can go through all of his life having anything that he wants, money, sex, things, things, things, and never be truly happy. For, you don't need money, sex, or things to be happy. You need a hand in your own and a smile on your face, things even the richest of men lack.

We have a tendency to take things for granted; a simple thank you, a smile here and there, or a warm hug from a friend. These are things we come accustomed to. We get used to having that unconditional love, that true, unwavering, unconditional love. We take it for granted and I am no exception, dear reader. No one is.

Cissa had finally come out of her shell. The longer she was away from home, the less clouded her eyes became and more smiles shone upon her face. It made me happy, as happy as I could be at that time, to see her suffering end.

She was one of those people who could bring a light to a dark room, make a blind man see, a starving man full, a selfish man humble, a broken man whole again. She did these things to me every time I saw her. Gods, I miss her so.

But I'm getting off track. My apologies, dear reader. Anyways, back to my topic for this installment. I took Cissa for granted. I took her smiles, her laugh, everything for granted. I wanted something exotic, I wanted power, I wanted have something worthy of a hero, worthy of a Death Eater. I now know I was not a hero. But do try to remember, dear reader, I thought my cause was a worthy one. In my broken, rotting heart I thought I was doing the right thing.

In my mind, Cissa was too soft, too sweet to be worthy of a Death Eater. Piper wasn't.

Piper Tisane, remember that name, dear reader.

She was, is, everything that Cissa wasn't. Cruel, cunning, mysterious, seductive. She intoxicated me with her electric violet eyes, her plump, smirking mouth and dark, black curls. She was everything a Death Eater could have wanted and everything that I wanted. But she was far from what I needed. Far from it, dear reader.

"Come on Severus! You need to at least try a hand at quidditch! Be man for merlin's sake!" My life revolved around three things at the time, Piper, death eatering, and quidditch.

Severus groaned and looked at Cissa. "If I'm going you're coming too. I will not be tortured to withstand Lucius' company all by my lonesome." He smiled, Cissa was one of the few he did that to. Her powers were truly great.

She sighed and tucked a stray hair behind her ear, I noticed how beautiful she looked by the fireplace. She was angelic. I shook my head, it wasn't right for the devil to think of an angel. I focused on Piper, not angelic but far more interesting, a devil like me.

"All right, alright. I'll teach you boys how it's done!" Cissa jumped off the couch and ran past me, Severus and I chased after her, heading onto the snow covered grounds.

We laughed and ran, far away from our troubles, away from Dark Lords and controlling parents, shame and conflict. We were children, friends, playing in the snow.

Severus and I landed onto the quidditch pitch. Cissa was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, I was pushed to the ground, Cissa's face inches away from mine.

"Hi." She smiled.

She smelled of cinnamon. "Hi." My voice was soft. She was so beautiful, covered in snow, her pail face and choral lips, she was perfect. But I didn't deserve her; a devil didn't deserve an angel.

"Are we going to play or what?!" Severus threw the brooms at us and a grin crept across Narcissa's face.

We hopped on our brooms and flew off, fast.

I always seemed to forget how good of a flyer Cissa was, she would whisk past me before I even had time to think. Between her and Severus, I was fucked.

I caught a glimpse of Piper, leaning against the stands, watching Cissa.

As I watched Piper, Cissa sped past me and grabbed the qaffle. She looked back at me, grinning, about to make a goal.

Suddenly, her broom bucked and she went flying down, falling, falling, falling.

"CISSA!" I swooped down as fast as I could. But Severus was closer and caught her first.

I landed on the ground and ran towards them. "Cissa? Cissa!" She smiled at me, shaken but in good humor.

"I'm fine, Lucius."

Severus was on the verge of panic, well as panicked as Severus could be. "Damn school brooms, always acting up."

"Or careless flying." A silky voice said from behind me.

Severus eyed Piper. "Or jinxing." He growled.

Cissa put a hand on his shoulder. "She's right I was being careless." She smiled at me and Piper.

"Come Lucius." Piper said.

I hesitated, still looking at Cissa. "Are you sure you-"

Piper cut me off. "She will be fine, Lucius, Now let's go."

Cissa smiled at me again. "Go on."

I nodded.

So, the devil left his angel, for one of his own kind.

Not knowing that it was his soul,

He had left behind.

The angel was what he needed but what he didn't want.

For, he was undeserving, with his broken, bleeding heart.

-Well, this is probably going to be the last chapter for a while. I really feel no motivation for this story and I don't think many other people do either. We'll see what happens! Until then! P.s Much love and thanks to Offwithyourhead00!-