My Demon Fiance

by LiquidMedal

Demon Fiance is a story about love and supernatural forces. It will take the reader to many dimensions.

My Demon Fiancé

My Demon Fiancé

Chapter 1: The Engagement

I never imagined that my love story would begin with a medieval-themed wedding proposal, but that's precisely how Vincent Nightshade swept into my life. It all in the heart of Central Park, beneath the rustling canopy of golden leaves, as if the universe itself had conspired to set the stage for our unconventional romance.

Shakespeare's play and Lana del ray music, with angels setting the environment as if it all was meant to happen.

Life has a funny way of throwing curveballs at you, and for me, it came in the form of Vincent Nightshade, a man who embodied a unique blend of eccentricity and charm. Vincent was not your average Joe, not by a long shot. No, he was more like a character straight out of a fantastical storybook, and our love story was the most enchanting tale I could ever have imagined. Vincent, a name that gave me goosebumps of terrifying and butterflies in stomach for love. He had always been an enigmatic character. Tall and brooding, with a head of dark, unruly hair, he had an air of mystery about him that drew me in like a moth to a flame

The first day I met Vincent Nightshade was a day that defied all logic and reason. It was a day that set the wheels of destiny in motion, even if I didn't know it at the time.

An autumn morning, the leaves on the trees painted in shades of red and gold. I had just moved into my new apartment in the heart of the city, hoping for a fresh start. Little did I know just how fresh that start would be.

As I fumbled with the keys to my front door, trying to find the right one in a jingling mess, I heard a voice behind me. "Need some help there?"

I turned to find a man standing there, a stranger with a mischievous glint in his ever-shifting eyes.

"Uh, yeah," I stammered, finally managing to unlock the door. "Thanks."

He held out a hand, and I shook it, feeling a strange jolt of electricity shoot up my arm. "I'm Vincent," he said, his voice smooth as silk.

"Sidney," I replied, my mind still trying to process the encounter.

We chatted for a few minutes in the hallway, and it was as if time had stopped. Vincent had a way of making me feel like the center of the universe, like nothing else mattered but our conversation. It was both exhilarating and unnerving.

As we parted ways, he asked for my phone number, and without hesitation, I gave it to him. It was a decision that would change my life forever, even if I couldn't have known it then.

In the weeks that followed, Vincent and I grew closer. Our phone calls turned into late-night conversations, and our chance encounter in the hallway began to feel like fate. There was something undeniably magnetic about him, something that drew me in like a moth to a flame.

It was during our second date, a candlelit dinner at a charming Italian restaurant, that Vincent dropped the bombshell. With a glint in his emerald, green eyes that made my heart race, he confessed, "Sidney, there's something I need to tell you."

My mind raced through all the possible secrets he could be harboring - a criminal record, an underground fight club membership, or perhaps a secret fortune hidden in a Swiss bank account. Instead, he revealed something entirely unexpected.

"I'm a reenactor," he admitted, his voice tinged with hesitation.

"A reenactor?" I repeated, trying to process this new piece of information.

Vincent nodded solemnly. "Yes, I reenact medieval battles, you know, jousting, sword fights, the whole shebang."

At that moment, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. The image of my enigmatic, brooding date dressed in a suit of armor, brandishing a sword while charging at imaginary foes, was simply too absurd to ignore.

Vincent, however, didn't seem offended by my reaction. Instead, he joined in the laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm glad you find it amusing," he said, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "But there's more to it than just dressing up and playing make- believe. I take it very seriously."

And take it seriously, he did. Over the course of our relationship, I came to realize that Vincent's passion for medieval reenactment was not just a hobby; it was a way of life. He owned a dazzling array of swords, each with a unique history and purpose. He spent weekends at Renaissance Faires, perfecting his swordsmanship and immersing himself in a world that seemed torn from the pages of a history book.

But it wasn't just Vincent's penchant for all things medieval that made him unique. He had quirks that set him apart from anyone I had ever met. For one, he had an uncanny ability to move silently, as if he were a phantom gliding through the night. I'd often find myself startled by his sudden presence, even in the most crowded of places.

And then there was his peculiar dietary preference. I vividly remember the day I discovered Vincent in our kitchen, He was hunched over the kitchen island, his back to me, his broad shoulders bathed in moonlight. Clutched in his hands was a plastic bag that crinkled with every movement. I squinted, trying to make sense of the scene before me.

Vincent's jet-black hair was mussed, and his stance was tense, like a predator preparing to pounce. But it was the contents of the plastic bag that left me speechless. He was eating raw meat—chunks of it, with a fervor that defied logic.

My initial reaction was nothing short of comical. I gasped, my eyes widening in horror, and my hand flew to my mouth to stifle an involuntary scream. I must have resembled a character from a cheesy horror film, caught in the act of discovering something grotesque.

Vincent spun around, his eyes flashing in the moonlight, and a look of pure shock crossed his face as he realized he had an audience. In his hand, a piece of raw meat dangled precariously. "Vincent, what are you doing?" I exclaimed.

He looked up, his lips smeared with blood, and sheepishly replied, "Just having a quick snack, my love.

You know, for authenticity." If you'd asked me a year ago where I saw myself today, I certainly wouldn't have painted the picture of me, Sidney Burton, standing in the kitchen, staring incredulously at my fiancé Vincent Nightshade. He was, without a doubt, the most eccentric person I'd ever met, and yet, I couldn't imagine my life without him.

Authenticity, it seemed, was Vincent's guiding principle in everything he did. His commitment to his passions was unwavering, even if those passions were as eccentric as dining on raw meat or mastering the art of sword fighting in the 21st century. Then there was his uncanny ability to move stealthily. It defied explanation. Vincent had a sixth sense for not hearing footsteps. I'd tiptoe around the house, trying to surprise him, but he always sensed my presence before I could spring my surprise attack. It was as if he'd honed his senses to a supernatural level, and sometimes, it felt like I was living with a phantom.

Despite the oddities and the quirks, or perhaps because of them, I found myself falling in love with Vincent. He was unlike anyone I had ever met - a captivating blend of mystery, passion, and authenticity. Every moment with him was an adventure, and I couldn't imagine a life without him by my side.

One day, I was waiting for Vincent in the room. He didn't come out and my curiosity took over so I walked to the bathroom. The door was broken so it wasn't closed. I peeked in and I saw him with shorts all the way to his ankles and he was facing the toilet and jacking off. He looked back and I could see that he had a huge dick and a very sexy bubble ass.

I didn't know what to do so I pretended to wash my hands at the sink. Vincent turned around and began walking over to me with his dick in his hand. He walked up behind me and pressed his hard dick against my ass. He held my hips and began humping and grinding on my ass. I put my hands on the sink and let Vincent hump and grind my ass. I could feel my precum all over my legs.

Vincent stepped back and yanked my shorts down. I bent over and shoved my ass back. He came prepared with lube and Vincent lube me up and began slowly sliding his big dick in me. The pain was intense but the situation and pleasure I was feeling were much stronger. I barely whimpered. And while it was sliding in me, I came. I shot cum everywhere because as I started cuming Vincent began fucking me hard. His hands were on my hip and he pushed his dick more and more inside. I could feel his warm dick, it was so huge. I turned my face so I could see if he's enjoying, Vincent kissed me.

"You won't mind if I cum inside your mouth," Vincent said in hard voice.

He pulled out from my ass, and I sat on my knees. His big dick, I kissed his dick first. It was the first time I was going to suck on a dick so I grabbed his dick. I put my tongue on his dick and licked it all over. I licked his ball which gave him a shiver. I put his dick in my mouth, no matter how much I was trying it was too huge to fit whole in my mouth.

I started sucking, with no time our relationship went from ground to the moon. I was now giving a blowjob to Vincent. His hands were on my face and his dick, it tasted sweet. I couldn't stop sucking, every time he pushed it more inside my mouth I moved my tongue in front to taste his precum.

He came inside my mouth, as he pulled out his dick from my mouth. He was still cumming, he dropped some semen on my face. It was so warm; I moved my tongue around lips to eat it all.

As I walked back to the room, I was still semi-hard, and I could feel his cum inside my mouth.

It was the first time; Vincent and I had sex. But there was more to our story than just swords and raw meat. Behind the scenes, a heavy burden weighed on my shoulders—the ever-increasing pile of medical bills that came with my mother's illness. My mother, my rock, had been battling a relentless illness that had drained her both physically and financially. Her medical treatments were a never-ending cycle of doctor's appointments, hospital stays, and medication regimens. The bills, like vultures circling a wounded animal, threatened to consume any semblance of financial stability my family had left.

The soft hum of the hospital machinery filled the small room as I sat bedside mother, my fingers intertwined with hers. Tubes and monitors surrounded her, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. It had been a tough few weeks, and the strain was etched on my face. My mother, Eleanor Burton, lay there, her once-vibrant eyes now dulled by pain and illness.

Mother had always been the anchor of my life. She had raised me as a single mother, working tirelessly to provide and give me the best she could. Her love had been unwavering, her support unyielding, and I had always admired her strength.

"Sidney, my dear," she rasped, her voice a mere whisper, "how's my brave knight doing today?"

I forced a smile, trying to mask the ache that gnawed at my heart. "I'm holding up, Mom. And how about you? How are you feeling?"

She mustered a feeble chuckle. "Oh, you know me, always a fighter. But enough about this old woman. How's Vincent? Have you two set a date yet?"

The mention of Vincent sent a jolt through me.

"Not yet, Mom," I replied, my voice tight. "We're taking our time, making sure everything's just right."

Her eyes softened, and she reached out a trembling hand, placing it on mine. "My dear, don't let time slip away. Happiness is a precious thing, and you deserve every bit of it."

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. She had sacrificed so much for me, and now, as she lay here, frail, all I wanted was to give her the best treatment possible.

"I promise, Mom," I whispered, "I'll make sure we find that happiness."

Her hand tightened around mine, a silent plea for assurance. I nodded, determined to keep that promise, even if it meant facing the unimaginable.

As the hours ticked away, I sat by her side, imagining about Vincent. I spoke of his quirks, his unwavering support, and the way he made me feel like I was the center of his universe. It was a bittersweet solace, knowing that, for now.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room, her condition was becoming critical, now it was hard for her to breath. I held her hand, my heart pounding with a mixture of sorrow and determination.

"Rest now, Mom," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "I'll be right here with you."

I was walking towards the doctor's room, and I heard Vincent's voice.

"Sidney," Vincent began softly, his deep voice carrying a soothing quality, "I couldn't help but notice you're struggling with the bills. Is there anything I can do to help?"

I blinked in surprise, the offer catching me off guard. "No, Vincent. I don't want to burden with you with anything."

Vincent took a step closer, his hand gently resting on my shoulder. "I know you don't like feeling indebted, but Sidney, your mother's health is the most important thing right now. I can help ease the burden, and it won't be a problem for me."

My eyes welled up with gratitude. Vincent had been offering support and comfort in ways that transcended the boundaries of a typical guy you date. "Vincent, I don't know what I'd do without you. Your kindness means the world to us."

Vincent's fingers brushed against my cheek, wiping away an errant tear. "I care for you and your mother deeply, Sidney. I want to make sure she gets the best care possible. You mean the world to me too."

As I looked into Vincent's eyes, I couldn't help but wonder about the enigmatic man who had entered my life.

As the months passed, our love deepened, and it became clear that we were meant to be together. Fate, it seemed, had other plans for us, plans that would push our relationship to the next level. Plans that involved a medieval-themed wedding proposal in the heart of Central Park.

That fateful evening, under the golden canopy of autumn leaves, Vincent dropped to one knee, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. He held out a custom-made sword, its hilt adorned with intricate designs, and said, "Sidney Burton, will you be my partner in this grand adventure called life?"

It was a proposal unlike any other, a declaration of love as unique and captivating as the man who stood before me. And as I gazed into Vincent's eyes, I knew that I was about to embark on the most extraordinary journey of my life. With a heart full of love and a touch of medieval magic, I said, "Yes, Vincent. Yes, a thousand times yes."

As I gazed at Vincent, who had just finished his impromptu raw meat snack and was now twirling a sword absentmindedly, I knew that our journey was far from ordinary. It was an adventure filled with love, eccentricity, and a commitment forged in the fires of necessity. And I was ready to embrace it all, because, after all, love had a way of making even the quirkiest of knight's shine like stars in the night sky.

Little did I know that our engagement was just the beginning of a love story that would defy convention and take us on a rollercoaster ride through a world where knights and dragons, swords, and shields, were not just tales of yore, but living, breathing realities. Vincent Nightshade had become my knight in shining armour, and I was ready to face whatever adventures the future held, even if it meant embracing the quirkiest, most enchanting love story of all time.

Chapter 2: Demonic Revelation

The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds, each one a heartbeat of anticipation. My life was already a chaotic whirlwind, but it was about to get a whole lot crazier. You know the saying, "When it rains, it pours"? Well, it was pouring cats and dogs on my parade, and it wasn't even a parade worth attending in the first place.

It was a brisk evening, the kind where the leaves painted the streets in shades of golden yellow. Vincent and I had just returned from an extravagant dinner at La Petite Mort, a fancy French restaurant he insisted on trying. I'd always been more of a burger-and-fries kind of guy, but since my engagement to the Vincent who had a penchant for raw meat, my palate had expanded to encompass all sorts of culinary adventures.

We stepped into our cozy apartment, and I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of contentment and unease. Vincent's deep crimson eyes glistened in the dim light, his usual mysterious aura intensified by the candlelit atmosphere. He had an unreadable expression on his face, and for the first time in months, I couldn't decipher his thoughts.

"Is everything okay, Vincent?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

He sighed and looked at me, his eyes shifting between various shades of red and gold. "Sidney, we need to talk."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. That phrase, "we need to talk," had always been a harbinger of doom in my past relationships. And with everything that was already unconventional about my current engagement, what could possibly make it even more bizarre?

Vincent took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts. "Sidney, there's something about me that I haven't told you. Something that I should have disclosed from the beginning."

My mind raced with possibilities, each one more ludicrous than the last. Maybe he was secretly a taxidermist who collected rare birds. Or perhaps he had an embarrassing past as a professional clown. I braced myself for the unexpected revelation.

"I'm not exactly what I appear to be," Vincent continued, his voice tinged with a mixture of guilt and resignation. "I'm not human, Sidney. I'm a demon."

I blinked, my brain struggling to process the information. A demon? Like, horns, tail, and all that jazz? It couldn't be true. Vincent Nightshade, the man who had charmed his way into my heart with his eccentricity and enigmatic charm, a demon?

I must have looked like a fish out of water, gaping at him with wide eyes. "You're joking, right? This has to be some sort of bizarre, twisted joke."

Vincent shook his head, his expression filled with regret. "I wish it were, Sidney. But it's the truth. I've been sent here to carry out a mission on behalf of my kind. We demons have plans for the human world, and I've been tasked with gathering information."

My heart sank as his words washed over me. This wasn't a joke, and it wasn't some quirky revelation. It was a bombshell that threatened to shatter the fragile foundation of our relationship. The man I had fallen head over heels for was a demon with a secret agenda.

"But... but you can't be all bad, right?" I stammered, desperately grasping at straws. "You've been so kind and caring, and you even took care of my mom's medical bills."

Vincent's face contorted with conflicting emotions. "Sidney, demons are complex beings. We're not entirely evil, but our loyalty to our kind comes first. My feelings for you are real, but I can't deny my nature and my mission."

Vincent's gaze never wavered, his eyes searching mine for a reaction. I met his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest, and yet, an odd sense of calm settled over me. Maybe it was the shock, or perhaps it was the sheer absurdity of the situation, but I found myself accepting this revelation with a surprising level of equanimity.

I watched in a mixture of awe and disbelief. My fiancé, the man I loved, was a demon. It should have been impossible, inconceivable, but there he stood before me, his true form laid bare.

I felt a lump forming in my throat as the weight of his confession settled in. The man I loved was torn between two worlds, and I was caught in the crossfire.

"What does this mean for us, Vincent?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

Vincent reached out to cup my face with his cold, pale hand. "I don't know, Sidney. But I promise you this—I'll do everything in my power to protect you.

As his lips met mine in a bittersweet kiss, I couldn't help but wonder if love could truly conquer all, even the darkness that lurked within the man I had vowed to marry.

It was the best kiss, I've had kissed before, but this kiss was different. It felt like the whole universe wanted us to be together. I was born for this; I was born to kiss Vincent. To feel what true love is; and what a man can do for another man.

His lips slowly leaving mine and Vincent said, "I understand if this is too much, Sidney. If you want to leave, I won't stop you."

Leave? The thought hadn't even crossed my mind. My love for Vincent ran deeper than any physical form. I reached out, placing my hand on his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said, my voice steady. "You're still the man I fell in love with, Vincent Nightshade, demon or not."

Relief flickered in his eyes, a vulnerability that seemed out of place in the face of his demonic presence. "Sidney, you have no idea what this means to me."

He grabbed my butt and lifted me; it would be a lie if I say I was not afraid. I love Vincent but I had never let a demon made love to me.

"Here or in the room?" Vincent asked.

"I prefer room but," before I could complete the sentence he had me on his shoulders and pressing my butt cheeks. "The room," He shouted excitedly.

He slowly lifted me down until our lips were touching. My legs were hanging through his waist and he was kissing me like boy taste's his favorite ice cream after being grounded for years.

Suddenly, he stopped the kissing. "Sidney, you're the perfect man for me," he said in a tone which took a special place in my heart.

I started undressing him, I wanted to feel his warm body touching mine. He pushed me to the mattress, and jumped on me.

"I wish I could stop the time, right now," Vincent said. I laughed and kissed him.

A cringe but sexiest thought entered my mind; do demon have the same size and shape as humans? I know it's cringe but I had never fallen for a demon before.

It wasn't long enough for me to find the answer for that, we had the best sex. Maybe it was the best because we both loved each other so much that we were trying to show our love to each other in every possible way.

We were laying on the bed, two souls bound by something far greater than the realms that separated us. It was a moment of acceptance, a bridge forged between the human and the supernatural. As I looked on Vincent, sleeping like a normal human being. I started to think of what is actually going to happen now. My fiancé is a demon, and the world as I knew it had changed forever. But here, in his arms, I found an inexplicable sense of comfort, as if fate had bound us together for a reason.

As the hours ticked away, I couldn't help but wonder how I would navigate this new reality. I had fallen in love with a demon, and now, I would need to find the strength to face the challenges that lay ahead. The fate of the human realm and the love between Vincent and me hung in the balance, and I was determined to find a way to protect both.

Little did I know that the journey ahead would test the depths of our love and lead us into a world of darkness and danger, the likes of which I could never have imagined.

Chapter 3: Nights are Strange

The revelation had cast a shadow over our once-idyllic life. Vincent's secret, his true nature as a demon, hung between us but love and respect in each other heart was more than it was ever before. We were open to each other, sharing everything. Vincent was surprised that I didn't react the way he imaged. He was happy that I see him in the same way, or maybe in more romantic way. It was all fine for me until, another mysterious door opened. A fact that I didn't notice, or maybe I was so much in love with Vincent that him being a demon was normal for me that I didn't give a thought about what's his purpose.

Nights were the strangest of all. Vincent rarely stayed home after dusk. He'd leave, disappearing into the inky blackness, his eyes gleaming with an eerie intensity. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was up to something, something far more dangerous than just a midnight stroll.

Curiosity, mixed with equal parts fear and determination. So the day came in which I finally decided to follow him one night. As I trailed him through the winding streets, I couldn't help but feel like a character in a supernatural thriller, tiptoeing through a world I had no business being a part of.

Vincent moved with a predatory grace, his steps purposeful and sure. It was a side of him I'd never witnessed before, and it sent shivers down my spine. I watched from the shadows as he approached a lone figure on the deserted street, his presence cloaked in a subtle, otherworldly energy.

My heart pounded in my chest, fear and disbelief warring within me.

What was he doing? Who was he meeting? And why did it feel like the world had suddenly become a far more dangerous place?

As I observed from my hiding spot, Vincent's actions became clear. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, watching Vincent with a mixture of terror and disbelief. It was a scene straight out of a nightmare, a nightmare I never wanted to believe was true.

There he was Vincent Nightshade hovering over a helpless human. His eyes, once filled with the warmth I'd fallen for, were now cold and devoid of any humanity. In one hand, he held a wicked-looking blade, curved and glinting in the moonlight. In the other, he had the unfortunate victim pinned to the cold, damp brick wall.

My mind raced, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. This couldn't be real. Vincent couldn't be doing this. He was my love, my knight in shining armor, not a merciless killer.

But the evidence before me was undeniable. Vincent was torturing the poor soul, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he reveled in the suffering he was causing. The victim's screams echoed through the night, chilling me to the bone. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. Fear rooted me to the spot, and the reality of the situation crashed down upon me like a tidal wave. Vincent was not what he seemed. He was a monster, a demon, capable of unspeakable cruelty.

Vincent's secret had unveiled a world I never knew existed, a world of darkness and danger. And now, I was faced with a choice. Could I continue down this path, standing by a man whose actions I couldn't condone? Or was it time to take a stand, even if it meant confronting the demon I loved and risking everything? The answers were uncertain, but one thing was clear – I couldn't turn a blind eye to the darkness that lurked in Vincent's heart.

I couldn't sleep the whole night, wondering if Vincent is truly an evil or is it just one of a demon trait. It was 8'o clock in the morning when Vincent came back. He was sweating, his top half wet, holding a bottle of water.

"What woke you up so early?" He asked. It was like he wasn't aware that I followed him.

"Vincent, I followed you today and saw that you're a threat to unharmful human being," I replied in breaking voice.

Vincent took a step closer, and I couldn't help but take a step back. "I had my reasons," he said cryptically. "But I promise, Sidney, I've never lied to you about my feelings for you. I love you."

My heart ached at those words, and I wanted to believe him, but everything had changed.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "Vincent you nearly killed that poor man."

Vincent's expression darkened, and for a moment, I saw a glimpse of the demon beneath the handsome facade. "It's complicated," he replied evasively.

"Complicated doesn't cut it," I shot back, my fear giving way to determination. "Vincent, we promised to share everything. What are you involved in? What does it have to do with the human world?"

He sighed, and for a moment, he looked vulnerable, like the weight of his secrets was finally catching up to him. "I can't tell you everything right now," he said, his voice low and filled with regret. "But I promise, I'll explain everything soon. Just trust me a little while longer."

Trust. It was a fragile thing now, hanging in the balance between love and deception. I didn't know what Vincent's true intentions were, but one thing was clear – I needed to find out the truth, no matter where it led.

Chapter 4: One last secret

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across our cozy living room. Vincent and I had spent the entire day together, an unusual occurrence since his revelation as a demon. His motives remained enigmatic, but he seemed determined to share more about his world with me.

We sat on the couch, surrounded by an array of ancient books and scrolls that he'd collected over the years. Among them was a weathered tome written in Latin, its pages filled with cryptic symbols and incantations. Vincent had been guiding me through the text, translating it bit by bit, as if unraveling the mysteries of his own existence.

"This book," he began, his voice low and measured, "explains why demons are against humans."

I glanced at the pages, the Latin phrases like a foreign code. "Why? What could demons have against humans?"

Vincent leaned closer, his eyes locked onto mine. "It's not about hatred, Sidney. It's about survival. You see, demons and humans were once intertwined, sharing a fragile balance between our worlds. But over the centuries, humans have grown stronger, and their numbers have multiplied. As a result, our realm, the demon world, has weakened."

I listened intently as Vincent explained the delicate equilibrium between the realms. He spoke of energy, the life force that humans generated, and how it sustained both worlds. However, the power had shifted, tipping the scales in favor of the human realm.

"Demons require energy to thrive," Vincent continued. "And when the balance is disrupted, it threatens our very existence. The demon king believes that by weakening the human realm, we can restore the equilibrium."

I furrowed my brow, trying to comprehend the complexity of the situation. It was a precarious dance between two worlds, one that could result in catastrophe. "But weakening the human realm, what does that mean exactly?"

Vincent sighed, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "It means creating chaos, sowing discord, and draining the life force from humans."

The air in the room hung heavy with tension as Vincent's confession lingered like a malevolent spirit. I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. The man I loved, the one I'd planned to spend my life with, had just revealed a horrifying truth.

"You... you want to destroy the whole human race?" I stammered, my voice trembling with disbelief.

He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair in frustration. "It's not something I want to do, Sidney. You have to understand; I'm bound by duty. I'm second-in-command to Captain Damian Nightshade, and he serves the Demon King. I was sent here to find a spell, a spell that can weaken the human body and soul. Once we have that, the demons will launch their attack."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was like something out of a nightmare. "But why? Why do they want to destroy humanity?"

Vincent's eyes met mine, and there was a hint of sadness in them. "It's a long-standing vendetta, a desire for revenge that has festered for centuries. The demons believe that humans wronged them in the past, and now they want to repay that debt in blood."

I felt a cold chill run down my spine. This was beyond anything I could have imagined. My love for Vincent was in direct conflict with my love for humanity, for my family, for the world I'd grown up in. I couldn't stand by and let this plan unfold, no matter how much I cared for him.

"I can't leave you," Vincent shouted. Stepping closer to me.

I was scared of him but my love for him was more than anything, he's still my safest place on earth no matter what his nature is, "No one has to leave anyone Vincent," I replied giving him a smile.

He pulled me close to him and hold my waist with his both hands.

"You know I love you Vincent," I said.

I kissed him and by the moment of his lips and fear in his eyes I could easily tell he wasn't kissing me back.

"Why are you holding back so much, we will fight for love," I whispered in his left ear.

He put his hand in my jeans, for the first time I saw him so excited to make love to me. I faced the wall so he could enjoy all he wants.

He grabbed my left shoulder and his chest touching my back, his thighs touching back of my thighs. He hands on my front, I turned my face to kiss him.

"Let's go to bed," He said.

"Take me into your arms and I will go anywhere with you," I smiled.

Chapter 5: The inner struggle

I, Vincent Nightshade had spent centuries in the demon realm, a place steeped in darkness and cruelty. My upbringing had been a relentless education in hatred for humans, and I had witnessed firsthand the suffering of my kind endured at their hands.

As the days passed, a relentless storm brewed within me. The dichotomy of my existence gnawed at my soul, tearing me apart like a ravenous beast. On one side, there was my duty as a demon, a mission handed down by the demon king himself: to find the spell that would weaken the human realm, allowing us to conquer it.

On the other side was Sidney, the human I'd fallen in love with, the one who held my heart in her fragile hands.

Sidney was the embodiment of everything I'd grown to love about the human world – its warmth, its kindness, and its capacity for love. He was a paradox, a living testament to the goodness that humans were capable of, and I couldn't bear the thought of causing him any harm or hardship.

Demons weren't born with a natural aversion to humanity; it was bred into them. The tales of human atrocities against demons were handed down from generation to generation like macabre bedtime stories. It was no wonder that my own heart had been tainted by this hatred, my soul twisted by the prejudice.

I had always believed that demons and humans were fundamentally incompatible. They were like oil and water, destined to clash in an eternal struggle for dominance. And yet, Sidney seemed to be the exception, the one human who could bridge the gap between their worlds.

I had always been a creature of darkness, a demon born of shadows and secrets.

I had served his kind faithfully for centuries, never questioning the orders that came from the depths of the underworld. But now, as I sat in the dimly lit room, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions, I couldn't help but question everything he had ever known.

My mission on Earth had seemed straightforward at first – infiltrate the human world, gather information, and prepare for the impending invasion. It was a duty I had accepted without hesitation, a task that would bring me honor and recognition among his fellow demons.

It was a duty I had accepted without hesitation, a task that would bring me honor and recognition among his fellow demons.

But then, Sidney Burton had entered my life like a whirlwind, turning my world upside down. Those emerald eyes, so full of warmth and innocence, had drawn him in like a moth to a flame.

I had never encountered a man like Sidney before, someone so genuine, so kind-hearted, that it had made me question the darkness that had always consumed the best version of myself. The more time I spent with Sidney, the more I questioned the beliefs that had guided my existence. I saw kindness and compassion in Sidney's actions, qualities that challenged everything I had been taught about humans.

As I watched Sidney sleep peacefully beside me, I couldn't help but trace the contours of Sidney's face with my finger. Sidney stirred, a soft smile gracing his lips, my heart ached with the love I felt for this human. Every day was a struggle, a battle within my own soul. I would watch Sidney as he went about his life, his laughter and smile lighting up the room like a beacon of hope.

Late at night, when the world was shrouded in darkness, I would venture out, compelled by my demon instincts to fulfill my mission. I would hunt for the spell, for the knowledge that could bring devastation to the world Sidney held. It was a bitter pill to swallow, a constant reminder of the impossible choice I faced.

The oppressive weight of my true nature bears down on me. The scent of ancient tomes and the acrid tang of sulfur mingle in the air, a stark reminder of my dual existence. The plan to destroy the human realm looms like a thunderhead on the horizon, casting its shadow over my every thought.

My hands, normally deft and sure, tremble with an unfamiliar uncertainty. It's not the spell that troubles me; it's the inexplicable connection I feel to Sidney, like a thread linking our souls.

I glance at the mirror, and the reflection staring back at me is both familiar and alien. Jet-black hair frames a face that's become a mask of contradictions. My eyes, once cold and calculating, now hold a hint of turmoil. The transformation from demon to human has not only altered my appearance but also chipped away at the icy veneer that once shielded my heart.

I can't afford to let my guard down. Captain Damian Nightshade, my higher-up and brother in arms, is not known for his patience. If I fail in this mission, he'll come himself, and there will be consequences for graver than I care to imagine.

The demons in the realm below were relentless, their voices echoing in my mind like a chorus of malevolent whispers. They questioned my loyalty, my commitment to the cause, and I couldn't help but question it myself. Would they ever accept Sidney, a human, as part of my life? Or was I doomed to live a life of eternal conflict, torn between two worlds that could never truly coexist?

The demon king's orders were clear – find the spell, weaken the humans, pave the way for the invasion. Failure was not an option, and the consequences would be severe.

When I confessed to her what my true mission and nature is, her reaction was something no one would ever expect.

Her expression shifted from concern to shock, and for a moment, I feared she would push me away, reject me for the monster I truly was. But she surprised me. She reached out, taking my hand in hers, her touch a lifeline in the darkness.

"Vincent," she said softly, "I don't know what this means for us, but I do know one thing. I love you, and I won't let you face this inner conflict alone. We'll find a way to navigate through it together."

Her words were a balm to my tortured soul, a glimmer of hope in the abyss. As I looked into her eyes, I knew that our love, no matter how unconventional, had the power to transcend the boundaries of our worlds. And for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for redemption, for a future where love could conquer even the darkest of destinies.

Each day brought me deeper into a maddening abyss of love and conflict. My feelings for Sidney, like an insistent flame, refused to be extinguished. But loyalty to my demon superiors and the mission weighed upon me like a leaden shroud.

The struggle was tearing me apart, my heart and mind at odds. How could I continue to deceive Sidney, the person I cherished beyond words? The thought of betraying him filled me with anguish, yet I couldn't ignore the dark path that had been set before me by my demon heritage.

One evening, as the moon cast an eerie glow upon our quiet living room, I found Sidney sitting there, his eyes filled with an unspoken sadness. He looked up at me, his gaze a piercing dagger that cut through my defenses.

His eyes welled with frustration and hurt. "I can handle danger, Vincent. What I can't handle is not knowing, not understanding why you've changed so much."

And he was right. I had changed. The love I felt for him had shifted the very core of my being. It had sparked a crisis of identity within me, a battle between the demon I was born to be and the man I had grown to love.

"I can't lose you," I whispered, my voice trembling. "But I can't betray my people either."

Sidney's hand reached out, his fingers gently tracing my jawline. "Vincent, love doesn't have to be a betrayal. We can find a way to bridge the gap between our worlds, to protect the people we care about."

His words were like a lifeline, a glimmer of hope in the darkness. But I couldn't shake the dread that had settled in my heart. The demon king's plan to destroy the human realm loomed ever closer, and my loyalty to my superiors remained unbreakable.

The weight of my conflicting loyalties bore down on me like a crushing burden. On one hand, there was Sidney, the human I'd fallen inexplicably, irrevocably in love with. On the other hand, there were my demon superiors, who had entrusted me with a mission that threatened the very existence of the human realm.

Sidney was my weakness, my Achilles' heel in this diabolical mission. His vibrant emerald eyes, his captivating smile, the way he made my heart race with a single glance – all of it had me ensnared in a web of love and desire. I craved him like a starving beast, unable to resist the pull of his soul.

Yet, duty called. I was second-in-command to Captain Damian Nightshade, a powerful demon who brooked no failure. The mission to find the spell that would weaken humanity's defenses was paramount to our realm's plans, and I was the key to its success. The consequences of my failure were unimaginable – a return to the demon realm, where punishment would be swift and merciless.

The tension was unbearable. Every stolen moment with Sidney, every stolen kiss, felt like a betrayal to my own kind. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to pull away from him. It was as though our souls were intertwined, destined to be together, even if the universe itself conspired against it.

My demon superiors were not ones to be trifled with. Shortly after my confession, I received a threatening message – if I didn't provide an update about the mission soon, they would recall me to the demon realm.

The walls were closing in on me. Torn between the love I felt for Sidney and the loyalty I owed to my kind, I faced an impossible choice. Could I protect Sidney and the human realm from the darkness that loomed on the horizon? Or would I be forced to return to the demon realm, leaving behind the love that had become my world?

As I delved deeper into my mission on Earth, I found myself increasingly haunted by thoughts of Sidney. It was as though he had cast a spell on me, one that I couldn't break free from, no matter how hard I tried.

Each night, as I ventured out into the darkness, searching for the elusive spell that could weaken the human realm, I couldn't help but wonder what Sidney was doing. Was he safe? Was he thinking about me? Did he know the turmoil that raged within me, torn between duty and the love that had blossomed between us?

The streets were empty, save for the occasional stray cat or lone wanderer. I moved silently through the shadows, my footsteps barely making a sound. In my demon form, I possessed heightened senses, an advantage that served me well in my quest. But lately, my senses had been dulled, my focus compromised.

Sidney's face, his smile, his laughter, they all swirled in my mind like a maddening whirlpool. I couldn't escape him, no matter how hard I tried to push him away. It was as though my very soul was entangled with his, bound by an inexplicable connection.

My mission was clear – But with each passing day, it became increasingly difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. I couldn't ignore the turmoil in my heart, the longing I felt for Sidney, and the guilt that gnawed at me.

I knew the consequences of failure. The demon king was not known for his mercy, and the fate of our world depended on the success of our mission.

But Sidney had become my weakness, my Achilles' heel, and I couldn't bear the thought of him being caught in the crossfire.

As I scoured ancient texts and consulted with fellow demons in the human realm, I couldn't escape the feeling that time was running out. The spell I sought was elusive, its secrets buried deep within the annals of time.

I couldn't afford to let my emotions cloud my judgment, but I was only demon, or at least, in a human form, and the battle within me raged on.

Each night, as I returned home, I would catch a glimpse of Sidney's sleeping form, his face serene and innocent. It was a stark reminder of the world I was sworn to protect; the world I had been sent to destroy.

The days grew shorter, and the pressure mounted. I had to find that spell, and I had to do it soon, for all the demons who depended on. Or maybe I need to find a way to save Sidney from everything which will take place on earth.

Chapter 6: Everything Changed.

The days turned into weeks, and the weight of the truth about Vincent's mission pressed down on me like a vice. I couldn't escape the moral dilemma that now consumed my every thought. Love and duty stood on opposite sides of a chasm, and I was teetering on the precipice.

The world outside our little love nest had grown darker, both metaphorically and literally. The signs of the impending apocalypse seemed to be lurking around every corner. It started with the news reports – a deadly virus sweeping through the human realm like wildfire, leaving a trail of fear and death in its wake. It was a stark reminder that the world I'd always known was no longer the same.

I found myself huddled on the couch, staring at the flickering images on the television screen. The news anchor's voice was a somber backdrop to the chaos that had unfolded. Hospitals overwhelmed, cities in lockdown, and a growing sense of panic seeping into the very air we breathed.

Vincent had been acting strange lately, even by his demon standards. Vincent and I had become like strangers living in the same house. The air between us was heavy with unspoken words, with the knowledge of the darkness that had infiltrated our lives. I missed the days when our love was simple, uncomplicated by the shadow of his true nature.

The days had taken on a surreal hue, like a vivid nightmare bleeding into reality.

Yet, there was no time for self-pity. The fate of humanity rested on my shoulders, and I couldn't afford to crumble. Armed with newfound knowledge, I delved into research, determined to understand the depths of Vincent's mission and, more importantly, how to stop it.

The demon's plan was as audacious as it was terrifying. He sought to dismantle the pillars of society—food, wealth, health, and land. Each one held a delicate balance, and if any were disrupted, chaos would ensue.

My nights were spent poring over ancient texts, my fingers tracing the lines of forgotten prophecies. I called on every ounce of strength, fueled by an unyielding determination to protect the world I loved. Vincent was a demon, but he was also the man I'd chosen to spend my life with. The conflict within me was tearing at the seams.

News of global unrest echoed through every corner of the world. Riots erupted over dwindling resources, economies teetered on the brink of collapse, and the sick grew sicker, their pleas for help swallowed by a world descending into madness.

Vincent's involvement in this chaos was like a blade through my heart. Each report of his actions sent shockwaves through me, a reminder that the man I loved was capable of unimaginable destruction.

One evening, with the moon casting an eerie glow, I confronted Vincent. We stood in the quiet of our shared space, the weight of the world pressing in on us.

"Vincent," I began, my voice steady despite the turmoil within, "we need to talk."

He turned, his eyes flickering with a mixture of emotions I couldn't decipher. "Sidney, I—"

"Enough," I interrupted, my resolve steel. " I can't stand by and let you destroy everything."

Vincent's gaze fell, shadows dancing across his face. "You don't understand, Sidney. This is bigger than us. It's about survival, about reclaiming what's rightfully ours."

I took a step forward, my heart pounding with a strange mixture of fear and determination. "Survival should not come at the expense of innocent lives, Vincent. There has to be another way."

Vincent nodded; his expression pained. "I understand your position, Sidney. I never wanted you to be part of this. But you have to understand the consequences of what we're up against. The demon king is ruthless, and he won't hesitate to destroy us if we defy him."

Tears welled in my eyes as I grappled with the impossible choice before me. Love or duty. Vincent or humanity. The scales were tipped, and I couldn't find a balance.

"We need to find a way to stop him," I said, my voice trembling but resolute. "There has to be a way to thwart his plan without resorting to destruction."

He lowered his gaze, his shoulders slumping with the weight of his own guilt. "Sidney, you have to understand. There's no other way. The demon king's orders are absolute. If I don't find that spell, if I don't help him weaken humanity, he'll destroy me."

My heart ached at his words. I knew the stakes were high, but I couldn't accept that there was no alternative. "Isn't there some other way, Vincent? Some way to defy the demon king's orders without endangering both our worlds?"

Vincent shook his head, his eyes haunted. "I've searched for centuries, Sidney. There's no other way. The spell I'm looking for, it's the only thing that can tip the balance in our favor."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the magnitude of our predicament. We were caught in a web of destiny, bound by forces beyond our control. But I couldn't stand by and let darkness consume the world.

"Vincent," I said firmly, my voice resolute, "I won't let this happen. I won't let the demon king succeed in his plans. There has to be something we can do."

He looked at me, hope flickering in his eyes. "Sidney, you don't understand. This isn't just about me anymore. If I fail, someone else will take place. And If I find him the spell, then I can ask him to spare one life. I want to save you Sidney."

I took a deep breath, knowing that I was making a decision that would change the course of our lives forever. "Then I will find a way to save every human and my Vincent," I said, reaching out to hold his hand. "I will defy the demon king, even if it means risking everything."

Vincent's grip on my hand tightened, and he nodded, stars was sparkling in his eyes. "I love you, Sidney. And I promise, I'll do everything in my power to protect you, to protect our world."

In the morning I went out for a walk. I wanted to inhale fresh air, I was exhausted with reading tons of Latin, Greek and Arabic texts. My fiancé introduced a world to me which I only saw in movies or believed as a fantasy land.

As I was crossing the playground a basketball touched my foot.

"Hey! Can you please throw the ball at us," one kid shouted.

"Sure," I said and threw him the ball.

I wanted to sit and watch them play, so I entered the ground. There was an empty bench under a beautiful tall tree.

I sat there, watching the kids play. After a while, a priest came and sat next to me.

"Never saw you here before," The priest said in a lower voice without giving a glance.

"I don't live here, I was just out for a walk and saw the kids playing," I explained.

"So you wanted to see the kids playing," He smiled.

I didn't say anything in return. I was so drowning in my own thoughts that continuing a conversation will take the details away from me.

"May God save these kids," The priest whispered.

"Why, what happening?" I questioned. It was if something or everything that happening to the world is connected to the mission of my fiancé. I was eager to know what wrong is happening 20 blocks away from our place. Or maybe what kind of danger a man faced in Europe, is Asia fine? I was struggling in my own self.

"The devil is among us dear; the virus is killing the kids." The priest answered. "Maybe another virus is about to turn the world into hell, every kid in our church is getting ill."

"I need to go," I stood up and started walking. I swear I didn't look back, maybe it had nothing to do with Vincent and demon world, but I was feeling guilty.

On my way back, I met someone. The encounter with Vincent's cousin, a demon himself, had left me rattled.

Sidestepping a puddle, I replayed our conversation in my mind. "You're making him vulnerable."

Vincent Nightshade had never been one to question his origins. Growing up in the shadowy realms of the demon hierarchy, he had been molded by the darkness that surrounded him. As a demon, he had been taught to embrace the malevolence that coursed through his veins, to revel in the chaos and suffering he could bring to the human world. It was the way of his kind, and he had followed it faithfully for centuries.

But before he had become the enigmatic figure known as Vincent Nightshade, second-in-command to Captain Damian Nightshade, there had been a time when he was simply Vincent, a nameless demonling lost in the sea of obsidian souls.

Vincent's earliest memories were shrouded in shadows and whispered secrets. He had been born into a world where treachery and deceit were the currency of survival. His mother, a demoness with ebony wings and eyes like bottomless pits, had raised him in the abyssal depths of the Netherworld. She had taught him the art of deception and manipulation from the moment he could crawl.

"Trust no one, Vincent," she would hiss, her voice like the echoes of distant screams. "In this world, weakness is death."

And so, he had learned to be ruthless. He had learned to feed on the fear and despair of humans, drawing power from their suffering. It was a twisted existence, one that he had accepted without question. After all, he had never known any other way of life.

As he grew older, his power had grown, and his reputation had spread through the demonic ranks. He had become known for his cunning and ruthlessness, a demon who could outwit even the cleverest of adversaries. It was no surprise when Captain Damian Nightshade had taken notice of him, recognizing his potential for greater things.

Vincent had climbed the demonic hierarchy swiftly, his loyalty to Damian unwavering. He had been groomed to serve as the captain's right hand, the one who would carry out his orders without hesitation. And he had done so, relishing in the chaos and destruction they had wrought together.

The evening when Vincent entered the house, he had a tabloid in his hand. An ancient looking tabloid, with only God knows what was written on it. As he saw me looking on his hands he tried to hid the tabloid behind him.

"Sidney," He stepped towards me. "I want you to understand that I will never let a single thing harm you in any possible way."

I leaned over to kiss him, "I know Vincent."

Every time I looked at Vincent, a storm of emotions raged within me. On the surface, our life together appeared normal. We shared meals, watched movies, and even made love like any other couple. But beneath the façade of our love story, a secret war was being waged in my heart.

The temptation to confront Vincent, to expose his sinister mission, was a constant presence in my thoughts. But I couldn't ignore the love I felt for him, the way my heart ached when he looked at me with those chameleon eyes, so full of longing.

My thoughts were a tangled mess, like a ball of yarn that had been unravelled and knotted beyond recognition. On one hand, I knew that Vincent's actions were wrong, that I couldn't stand idly by while he planned to destroy the human realm. On the other hand, he was the man I loved, the one who had brought light into my life when all seemed lost.

I had no one to turn to, no confidant to share my burden with. My friends and family knew nothing of Vincent's true nature, and I couldn't bear to burden them with this unimaginable secret. It was a lonely battle, one that threatened to consume me.

Vincent, too, seemed to sense the growing distance between us. He would reach out to me, his touch gentle and loving, but I couldn't help but flinch away. The turmoil in my heart had created an insurmountable wall between us.

The silence between us became unbearable. I knew I couldn't continue like this, torn between love and duty.

I stopped the kissing, my voice filled with determination. "I can't just pretend like everything is fine, Vincent. What you're involved in is wrong, and it's putting countless innocent lives at risk."

Tension hung in the air like a storm cloud, and I could see the struggle within him, the battle between his loyalty to his kind and his love for me.

"I know," he whispered, his voice heavy with regret. "But I can't simply abandon my duty. The consequences would be catastrophic."

My heart ached at his words, but I couldn't back down. We were both willing to fight for our love, to find a way to protect the human realm without succumbing to the darkness that threatened to engulf us.

The path ahead was treacherous, and the challenges were daunting, but I knew that love had the power to conquer even the darkest of demons.

"I need time to think," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Vincent nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. "Take all the time you need, Sidney. I'll be here when you're ready."

With those words, he retreated into the shadows of our home, leaving me alone with the weight of my decision. I knew that whatever choice I made, it would come with consequences – for me, for Vincent, and for the world.

As I sat in the darkness, wrestling with my inner turmoil, I couldn't help but wonder if love could truly conquer all, or if the darkness that had engulfed our lives was too powerful to be vanquished by mere love alone. The days ahead would be filled with uncertainty, danger, and impossible choices, and I was determined to face them head-on, no matter the cost.

Chapter 6: The mission & guilt

The weight of my mission pressed down on me, a constant reminder of the darkness that loomed ahead. As the days passed, I found myself tangled in a web of conflicting emotions. Duty called, but Sidney's presence was a siren's song, pulling me further into a love that defied logic.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of fiery red and gold, Sidney confronted me. His eyes, once filled with adoration, now bore into mine with a mixture of determination and sadness.

"Vincent," he began, his voice steady but tinged with an underlying tremor, "I have decided to stop it, I can't see anyone dying because of you, or me or any demon plan."

I swallowed hard, the weight of guilt pressing against my chest. I couldn't bear to see the hurt in his eyes, but I knew he was right.

Tears glistened in Sidney's eyes, and my chest tightened at the sight. I reached out to touch her, but she pulled away, her expression a mixture of pain and determination.

"I can't just stand by, Vincent," he said, his voice steady but laced with sorrow. "I can't let innocent people suffer, let the world be thrown into chaos."

I nodded in understanding, knowing the gravity of his decision. He was strong, brave, and I admired him for it, even as it tore at my heart. As the night wore on, he sat in silence, the weight of our choices pressing down on us. He was in deep determination to find a way to stop the demon king's plan, to protect both our worlds from impending catastrophe.

The path ahead was treacherous, filled with uncertainty and danger. But he was ready to face it no matter what.

The tension in the room was palpable, like a storm brewing on the horizon. He had the power to strip me of my human capabilities, to render me a mere shadow of my former self. And I couldn't let that happen.

One evening, as I sat in the dimly lit living room, lost in thoughts of Sidney and the impossible choices I faced, Damian appeared. He materialized before me, his dark presence sending a shiver down my spine.

"Vincent," he hissed, his voice like a venomous serpent, "you've been stalling for too long. The tabloid must be delivered, or there will be consequences."

I knew what those consequences meant – not just for me, but for the entire human world. The tabloid was a weapon of unimaginable power, one that could tear apart the fabric of reality itself. It was a weapon I couldn't allow Damian to possess.

But what could I do? I was trapped between duty to my kind and the love I felt for Sidney. I couldn't betray the man I loved, and I couldn't betray the world I had come to know.

As Damian's menacing gaze bore into mine, he reminded me of all the sacrifices the demon made so they can send me to earth and bring the tabloid.

"Don't trust these humans Vincent, demons were brutally killed, witches were burned outside church, if the second someone will find you're a demon they will torture you until you turn into ashes," Damian snapped his fingers and my wings opened.

"Now fly and find everything important related to our mission," pointing at the window.

Chapter 7 Last of us

The night was unusually quiet in our little suburban sanctuary. The moon cast its silver glow over the neatly trimmed hedges and the white picket fence that surrounded our quaint home. Inside, though, the atmosphere was far from peaceful. Tension hung heavy in the air as I sat at the kitchen table, my fingers tapping nervously against the wooden surface. Across from me, Vincent stared into his half-empty cup of tea, his face a mask of turmoil.

I couldn't shake the images from earlier that evening. I had stumbled upon Vincent in the basement, surrounded by a circle of flickering candles, chanting in a language that sent shivers down my spine.

I stared at Vincent, my heart heavy with a mix of fear and love. His eyes, those ever-shifting emerald pools, met mine for a moment before darting away, unable to hold my gaze. The silence in the room was stifling, like the calm before a storm.

"Vincent," I finally whispered, my voice quivering, "are you willing to sacrifice me for this mission?"

He stopped in his tracks, his back to me, his shoulders tense. I could almost hear the gears in his mind whirring as he struggled with his conflicting loyalties.

"I can't betray them Sidney, they raised me," he said, his voice low and filled with pain. "Sidney, I never wanted you to get caught up in all of this. I never meant for you to be hurt."

Despite my fear and anger, one thing remained clear: I loved Vincent. He had captured my heart, despite all his flaws and secrets. And now, I faced a choice that could change everything. Would I stand by his side and try to save both our worlds, or would I turn away, leaving him to face the darkness alone?

It felt like the last of us, Vincent was going to submit the tabloid to Damian. No one knows what's the last day before the apocalypse takes place.

The illness, the virus spread everywhere, hundreds of kids are dying from it. It's worse than the Covid-19. Unreasonable burning of forest everywhere around the world, it already feels like the demons have taken upon earth.

I felt like a slave, a slave to my feelings for Vincent.

The whole scenario was too much to take for me, so I decided to visit my mother at the hospital.

The only good thing in my life was that Vincent medical insurance saved my mother's life. It was the only place where I could escape the whole demon-earth-battle thing.

The sterile smell of the hospital room clung to my senses as I stood there, nervously shifting my weight from one foot to the other. My mother, her frail form tucked beneath a thin white sheet, looked up at me with tired eyes that held more wisdom than the world could offer. The journey to this moment had been nothing short of extraordinary, but I knew it was time to share the most extraordinary revelation of all.

"Mom," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "I need to tell you something, something unbelievable."

She smiled faintly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Darling, in our family, 'unbelievable' seems to be a recurring theme. Go on, I'm listening."

I took a deep breath, the weight of the truth pressing down on me like an anvil. "Vincent… he's not exactly who I thought he was."

Her brows furrowed slightly. "Well, none of us are, my dear."

"No, Mom," I pressed on, "I mean, he's not human. He's a demon."

I watched her closely for any signs of shock or disbelief, but all I saw was a curious interest in her eyes.

Her response was not what I expected. She chuckled softly, as if I'd just shared an amusing anecdote. "Oh, Sidney, that's quite fascinating, isn't it?"

I blinked in disbelief. "You're not surprised? You're not horrified?"

"Sidney, I think me and my son both attracts the kind which are not human," and started laughing.

I stared at her, "Mom, I think you are not ok."

My mother reached out and gently patted the empty space on the hospital bed beside her, inviting me to sit. "Sit down, dear. Let me tell you a story."

I lowered myself onto the bed, my mind racing with confusion.

She held my hand and looked right into my eyes, "Sidney, you are kind. Not brutal, selfish, and strong as I expected you to be."

Her expression turning wistful. "Your father was no ordinary man, Sidney. He was a demon slayer."

My eyes widened in shock. "A demon slayer?"

I struggled to process this new information. "But why didn't you ever tell me about this?"

My mother sighed; her gaze distant. "Your father wanted to keep you safe. He believed that if the world knew the truth about his lineage, it would put you in danger."

She shook her head gently. "It's okay Sidney, you must go home and in my closet; you will find a book. A book that contains the information about your bloodline."

I sat in stunned silence, absorbing the revelation. It was as if the world had suddenly turned upside down.

My mother reached out and took my hand, her grip surprisingly strong for someone so frail. "Remember, Sidney, you are stronger than you think, and you are in no trouble. I'm sure Vincent is a nice demon."

I stood up, "I'll see you, Mom."

My heart raced as I stood in front of my childhood home, a cozy little cottage nestled among the trees. It had been a while since I'd been here, but today, I had a mission – a quest for knowledge that could potentially change everything.

The wind whispered through the leaves as I approached the front door. Memories of my childhood rushed back – playing in the garden with my mom.

Inside, the cottage was filled with the familiar scent of lavender and vanilla. It felt like a hug from the past, comforting and warm. I glanced around, searching for the book that held the secrets of my lineage.

I made my way to the small library, a cozy corner with wooden shelves lined with books, some ancient and weathered. It was there, tucked away between dusty old tomes, that I spotted it – a leather-bound book with strange symbols on its cover. The ancestral book.

I carefully picked it up, feeling its weight in my hands. The leather was soft and worn from years of handling. As I opened it, I was met with pages filled with handwritten notes, diagrams, and illustrations. It was a treasure trove of information about my family's history, a history I'd been kept in the dark about for far too long.

As I flipped through the brittle pages of an old tome, a paragraph caught my eye. It spoke of a lineage, a bloodline of humans known as demon slayers, individuals chosen by fate to protect humanity from the malevolent forces of the underworld. My heart quickened as I read on.

"Legend has it that demon slayers are gifted with unique abilities, passed down through generations. They are the only ones who can wield the ancient weapons designed to vanquish demons and seal their portals."

I blinked, absorbing the gravity of the revelation. Demon slayers? It sounded like something out of a fantasy novel, but if there was even a grain of truth in these words, it could change everything. Perhaps it was my destiny, my heritage, to stand against the darkness that threatened not only my world but Vincent's as well.

I continued reading, my fingers tracing the words on the page. The text described various weapons crafted specifically for demon slayers, each with its own unique power. Swords that could cleave through the thickest of demon hides, daggers that could silence the most sinister incantations, and amulets that could protect against demonic influences.

My thoughts swirled with a newfound purpose. I had to find out if I truly belonged to this lineage of demon slayers, and if so, I needed to learn how to harness these powers. The fate of both our worlds hung in the balance, and I couldn't afford to be a helpless bystander.

I closed the ancient tome, tucking it under my arm as I left the library. The weight of my newfound knowledge bore down on me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, but one thing was clear: I was no longer just a human caught in a demon's embrace. I was a demon slayer, and it was time to embrace my destiny.

Chapter 8 The end is near.

I couldn't wait to share with Vincent that I'm the one who can end this war. I'm a demon slayer. My father; Hudson was the strongest demon slayer in centuries. He was the one who closed the bridge between two realms,"

But the night had fallen like a shadow over the city, and in the dimly lit room of our small apartment, the air felt heavy with tension. I entered the apartment, and I saw Vincent had already handed over the tabloid to Damian.

Damian Nightshade had arrived. The atmosphere in the room shifted as he materialized, his tall, imposing figure casting an eerie silhouette against the walls. His crimson eyes bore into mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. He was here to bring about the downfall of the human realm.

Vincent was standing next to Damian. He had shed his human disguise, revealing his true form—a creature with midnight-black skin, sharp horns curling from his forehead, and crimson eyes that mirrored Damian's. Despite the monstrous exterior, his gaze was filled with a mix of determination and sadness.

"Damian," I said, my voice trembling but resolute. "This ends here. I won't let you destroy our world."

Damian chuckled, "You think you can stop me, little human? I've been planning this for centuries. Your feeble attempts won't stand in my way."

"I'm the son of Hudson; the master demon slayer who closed the bridge," pressing all four fingers togehter to make a strong fist.

"You, what," Damian looked at me from bottom to top.

"Even if you start the war Damian, I'll be the one to put an end to it,"

Damian was standing next to the window in the room. He looked out at the sky and started laughing. He was laughing loud and pointed at me, "I killed your father, so now it's time for me to kill you."

He continued, "But wait, I won't kill you. That will be unfair, so why don't I give order to my most loyal demon; Vincent kill him."

I looked at Vincent, bowing down to Damian.

Damian opened his black wings, waved me, and flew out of the window.

This was the moment we had been unwittingly hurtling towards, the convergence of our destinies, and the endgame of a love story that was nothing short of supernatural.

Vincent lunged at me, his claws extended like daggers, his fangs gleaming wickedly. My instincts kicked in, and I rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding his savage strike. I couldn't help but think about the first time we met, when I caught him red-handed munching on raw meat, blissfully unaware of his true nature. That moment felt like a lifetime ago, an innocent prelude to the cataclysmic clash we now found ourselves in.

"Vincent!" I called out, my voice carrying a blend of desperation and determination. "You need to remember who you are!"

He swirled around, his tail whipping through the air like a coiled serpent, and locked his crimson gaze on me. There was a flicker of recognition in his eyes, like a distant echo of the human he once was.

"Vincent Nightshade," I continued, inching closer. "You're not just a demon. You're my fiancé. We love each other."

He kicked me in the stomach and it was so powerful, I crashed the kitchen wall. I was wet in blood, he started walking towards me.

I managed to run to the room, "Vincent, you love me," I shouted.

I saw Vincent's sword lying next to chair.

I gripped the sword, "It's time to see who I truly am."

Vincent kicked the door down of the room, his wings breaking every possible breakable thing inside the room.

"If you move one step closer, I will play with the sword like I don't care about you," I shouted.

He tried to jump on me, I closed my eyes and swinged the sword.

As I opened my eyes, I see black feathers all over the floor.

There was Vincent, down and bleeding from his wing.

He hesitated, his demonic features momentarily wavering. The storm of chaos that had engulfed him began to subside, revealing fragments of the man I fell in love with beneath the monstrous exterior.

"I don't want to fight you," I implored, extending a trembling hand toward him.

Vincent's claws retracted, and his wings folded in on themselves. His towering, fearsome form shrank until he was back in his human guise, albeit disheveled and bruised.

"I..." he stammered, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I remember."

I approached him cautiously, my heart aching with relief. We had faced countless challenges and doubts, but here, in the midst of this supernatural battlefield, it was the power of love that had the potential to change everything.

He leaned over to kiss me, and I grabbed his back to kiss back hard.

"I'm weak", Vincent said, and his body began to sweat profusely.

"No need to be weak, I'm not gonna hurt you unless you want me to", then I winked.

Vincent brought me in for a hug and a kiss and then ran his hands up and down my entire body. "Ohh, this is going to be fun. I'm gonna love turning you pink! You ready to get started?

I didn't hesitate, "Yes, I'm ready."

"That's it, stick that ass out for me. Show me how much you want it!"

I slightly arched back to present my ass and I was rewarded with a very severe blow across my buttocks! Vincent used the flogger like a windmill, beating my ass up with it before taking it back and swinging even harder, testing me. I howled but I was on an intense high! I stick my ass out again and again, wanting to receive those blows almost daring Vincent to give me the best he's got!

Vincent pulled his hard cock out from his pants and stroked it as I watched.

I was still standing with my legs apart when he pulled down on the back of my head and impaled my throat a few times. My wet mouth coated his dick really good.

"Fuck Sidney, I don't wanna cum yet. I'm not done with you!"

As excited as I already was, there were suddenly butterflies in my stomach. Nervously, I bent my spit-covered middle finger inwards, pushing against his hole, and it slid in to the first knuckle. Vincent inhaled sharply and groaned in a low voice.

Vincent audibly swallowed. After a moment, he nodded and began pulling forward ever so slightly and then pushing back again. He was using my middle finger to start to fuck himself. His insides were so tight and warm that it felt like they were sucking on my finger. After a couple of minutes, he was taking my finger all the way down to where it joined my hand.

Suddenly, Vincent tensed his body and pulled forward. My finger came out of him, and he rested forward on his elbows, taking quivering breaths. Before I could say anything, Vincent raised his head. He did not look back at me. Looking only straight forward, he repeated in a rough and insisting voice. "Fuck. Me."

"OK," I said to myself. "This is it." I licked my left hand again to use it lubricate my cock, and I tasted Vincent's ass on my finger. I almost buckled from the mix of pleasure and anticipation. The taste of Vincent on my finger, the smells of our sweat, the sounds of our breathing and groaning, the sight of Vincent's smooth and bare ass, and the touch of his skin against mine combined together and almost overwhelmed my senses. Wrapping my wet hand around my rod, I moved forward to place the head of my cock against the place where my finger had just been.

Without warning, Vincent pushed backwards with some force, and the head of my dick was now inside him. Vincent gave a short cry and froze. He quivered slightly, and his breath came in ragged gasps. I placed my hands lightly on each of his hips and pulled him slightly backward.

After a few more minutes, Vincent started to slightly rock back and forth again again, pushing and pulling against my dick with his hole. There was no actual in-and-out movement, as my cock was tightly clenched by his hole. I noticed his rhythm, and I tried to match it. When he rocked forward, I pulled back a bit. When he leaned into me, I pushed slightly forward.

I felt something like seal break around my dick, and I suddenly slid in a little further. Vincent whimpered but did not stop his motions. He began moving a little more, slowly going ever-so-slightly further and further back and forth, sliding more and more easily along my length.

Before I knew it, Vincent had pushed back all the way so that his ass pressed against me as I pushed forward, and we held ourselves there for a moment. Vincent remained on his elbows and knees, gasping for air, and I held him from behind with my hips pushed forward and my hands gripping him around the waist.

We had been lubricated by nothing more than my spit and our sweat, and my young cock was now as fully inside him as I could get. The overwhelming pleasure from having pushed into him all the way – and then holding still – cannot be easily described. The heat of his insides and the almost too-tight grip that he had around me was very nearly too much for my mind to comprehend. My cock was being squeezed tighter by his ass than I had ever dared do with my hand when jerking myself off.

Once Vincent felt my cock leave him, he rolled over onto his back. I clumsily fell to the side, and he roughly grabbed my head and pulled it onto his chest, pinning me there. With his other hand he reached for his massive cock. He gave five quick pulls, and then he was splashing my face as he released his own need. The smell of his musk filled my nostrils while he held me tight, both of us breathless and only able to make inarticulate guttural sounds when we tried to speak.

No matter how beautiful and lustful last night was for both of us, but it couldn't disappear the fact that Damian is out there with the tabloid to torture the humans to death.

As we both woke up lying naked next to each other, I grabbed my phone.

"Vincent," I shouted, shaking him hard to wake up.

"What happened?" He replied covering his face with his hand.

"Damian is in Central Park, the media is covering him. He is threatening humans, demanding innocent to kill each other before he tortures them to death," my voice so shocked like never before.

Vincent jumped off from the bed in no time, he was searching something in his closet.

"What are you looking for?" I asked Vincent.

"The strongest sword I have," He replied, still searching aimlessly.

Before I could leave to fight with Damian, I send my mother a text.

"Mom, everything will be alright."

Vincent gave me his strongest sword. The way Vincent used to look at me was now changed. At first, he wanted to save him, but after the little battle we had last night, now Vincent considers me as stronger than him. It was all for just couple minutes because in no time, I was about to face Damian.

"I'll fly you there, Sidney," Vincent reached my hand.

"But your wing's hurt," I held his hand.

"It's okay, Let's leave before it's too late," He pulled me closer to his chest. Hugged me and walked towards the window.

Chapter 8: The War

My heart raced as I stood face to face with Damian Nightshader. The air crackled with tension, and the fate of both the human and demon realms seemed to hang in the balance.

Damian, a towering figure clad in obsidian armor, exuded an aura of malevolence. His crimson eyes bore into my soul, and I could feel the weight of centuries of darkness pressing down on me. This was the man responsible for Vincent's involvement in the sinister plans to bring down the human world.

I clutched my sword, my knuckles white with determination. I knew I couldn't let Damian succeed. For the humans, for the love and for the revenge of my father.

With a swift, determined movement, I lunged at Damian, sword gleaming in the dimly lit chamber. Damian, however, moved with supernatural speed, dodging my attack effortlessly. My blade sliced through the air, missing the target by a hair's breadth.

Damian retaliated with a lightning-fast strike of his own, but I managed to parry the blow just in time, the clash of metal ringing through the chamber. We were the combatants dancing around each other, each seeking an opening in their opponent's defenses

My mind raced as I fought. I thought about my mom's medical bills, and the life I had built with Vincent. I couldn't let it all crumble because of Damian's diabolical plans.

"You can't win, human," Damian hissed, his voice dripping with venom as he continued to press my back with relentless attacks. "I've been at this for centuries. You're just a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of things."

I gritted my teeth, summoning all my strength and resolve. I couldn't afford to doubt myself now. With a powerful thrust, I managed to disarm Damian, sending the demon's sword clattering to the ground.

But Damian wasn't done. He raised his hand, and a dark energy began to swirl around him. I watched in horror as the room itself seemed to warp and twist, reality itself bending to Damian's will.

Desperation fueled my actions. I lunged at Damian once more, this time aiming for the heart. As my sword pierced Damian's chest, the demon let out a deafening scream, and the dark energy dissipated, leaving the chamber in an eerie silence.

I stepped back, watching black smoke coming out of Damian's chest. He managed to opened his wings and looked at me, "This isn't over Sidney."

I stood at the edge of a cliff; my eyes fixed on the darkened sky. A storm was brewing, both in the heavens and within me. The final battle with Damain Nightshade was fast approaching.

I managed to escape the battlefield after Damian left. I reached home and Vincent was there already. He was sitting in room, dark light.

"They will come for me," Vincent whispered.

"I know they will, but I will never let them succeed," I made a claim.

As I brooded in solitude, a sudden knock on the door startled him. I quickly composed myself and opened the door to find three unexpected visitors. These were no ordinary guests. They were demon slayers, distinguished by their battle-worn attire and the aura of unwavering determination that surrounded them.

The first demon slayer, a woman named Annabelle, spoke with a firm resolve. "Sidney Burton, we've been searching for you. We knew your father, a courageous demon slayer who dedicated his life to protecting humanity. When we saw you on television, we realized you needed our help."

I blinked in surprise. My father had always been a mystery, an enigmatic figure who had left me with more questions than answers. To hear that there were those who knew him and respected him was a revelation.

The second demon slayer, a man named Elijah, chimed in. "We've been fighting demons for years, but Captain Damian Nightshade is unlike any demon we've encountered. He's orchestrating something catastrophic, and you, Sidney, are at the center of it all."

Elijah continued, "Your unique connection to Vincent Nightshade, the demon, gives us an edge. We believe that together with Vincent by our side, we can confront Damian and put an end to his sinister plot."

My mind raced with conflicting emotions. The demon slayers before had known my father, and their intentions seemed noble. They were offering me the chance to protect not only me and Vincent but also the entire human realm from impending disaster.

Elijah added, "We've trained for this moment, Sidney. We're prepared to face the demons who serve Damian and put an end to their threat. With you by our side, we have a fighting chance."

With a determined nod, I accepted their offer. "I'm in. Let's put an end to Damian's plans and save our world."

"Then we need to leave now," Annabelle showed his phone.

A video of demon minions destroying the head church.

"But I just put a sword in Damian's chest," I said.

"That was an ordinary sword, come on. We will give you your father's weapon," Annabelle moved aside for me to step forward.

I turned back looked at Vincent. I didn't ask him to join. I didn't want him to fight against his brother. It was already enough for him.

Without much delay, I stepped forward.

"Let's go," I joined the demon slayers to put down Damian.

We reached the main church in no time, by the time we were there we saw no demon. Not a single demon, but the church was torn. The priest was on his knees outside the church.

"It's coming," The priest yelled. His eyes dark red, his forehead bleeding.

"Who?" Annabelle questioned.

The priest stepped forward; now dark black blood was coming out of his mouth.

"The end," the priest choked as he said these words. His eyes turned red. No pupils only red eyes.

I stood tall with my new companions, a motley crew of demon hunters. Each one bore their own scars from battles long fought, their eyes a mix of fear and determination.

I cleared my throat, my voice carrying a newfound confidence. "We stand here today, united against a common enemy—the demons that threaten our world. We are the last line of defense, and we will not falter.

The moonlight illuminated the determined faces of my allies.

Annabelle, a fierce warrior with a mane of fiery red hair and a heart full of courage. Then there was Elijah, the scholarly mage whose knowledge of demon lore was second to none. There was Isabella, a silent but deadly assassin who moved through the shadows like a ghost. "We've trained for this moment," I continued, his gaze unwavering. "We know their weaknesses, and we have the tools to defeat them. But we must remain vigilant, Damian will stop at nothing to see his dark plans through."

Annabelle stepped forward, her eyes ablaze with determination. "Sidney's right. We can't let these demons destroy our world. I've seen what they're capable of, and I won't let them harm innocent people. Elijah nodded in agreement. "We've studied their weaknesses, their vulnerabilities. With our combined knowledge and strength, we can prevail." Isabella remained silent but gave a subtle nod, her deadly skills ready to be unleashed. I felt a surge of pride in his newfound comrades.

Vincent, stepped out of the shadows. His eyes locked into mine and he spoke with a voice full of conviction. "I may have once been a part of their world, but I choose to stand with you now, Sidney. My loyalty is to you and to our mission.

As we prepared to march towards the battlefield where the fate of our world hung in the balance, Me and Vincent shared a brief, passionate kiss. It was a promise—a promise to fight side by side, to protect their home, and to overcome the demons that threatened to tear them apart.

We heard a sound of footsteps. We all turned back, deep inside we all knew who would have emerge from the ashes of the church.

"Ah, Vincent," Damian purred, his voice dripping with malevolence. "I see you've chosen your side. How touching."

Vincent clenched his sword, Exclusive, tighter, his resolve unwavering. "I choose love over darkness, Damian. I won't let you destroy the human realm."

Annabelle nodded; her heart filled with a steely resolve. "We stand united, Damian. Your reign of terror ends tonight."

"I thought I killed you all, but it was just Husdon," Damian laughed, "It was just Sidney's father then, poor Sidney."

The first clash was a symphony of steel meeting flesh. Annabelle's blade sang through the air, meeting the demon's ebony claws with a resounding clash. Sparks danced like fireflies, illuminating the grim battlefield. With every strike, Annabelle's movements were a blur of precision, a testament to his relentless training.

Damian, however, was no mere brute. He lunged forward with uncanny speed, evading my strikes with sinuous grace. Damian's attacks were ruthless, a whirlwind of deadly intent, each blow aimed with lethal precision. My reflexes were pushed to their limits, my body a whirlwind of evasive maneuvers and calculated strikes.

As the battle raged on, the moon overhead bore witness to the fierce struggle. Shadows danced in haunting rhythms, a silent chorus to the clash of steel and fang. Each moment seemed an eternity, the world reduced to the sound of my breath and the pulse of my heart.

With a surge of determination, I summoned the last reserves of my strength. I moved with a swiftness that seemed almost supernatural, closing the gap between us in a blur. My blade found its mark, piercing through the Damian's neck with a devastating strike.

Vincent got hold of Damian left hand, his other hand was held by Elijah. Annabelle killing all the demon minions with her sharp sword.

Everyone stopped and looked at me, "Cut of the head," Vincent shouted.

With every energy cell in my body, I pushed the sword vertical to cut the head of Damian.

One last scream, "Fuck humans," Damian's last words.

Time seemed to slow as the Damian dissipating into ash and shadow. I stood amidst the fading remnants of his vanquished foe, my chest heaving, my body battered and bruised.

The battleground fell silent, save for the whispering wind and the rhythmic beat of my heart. We had faced the darkness and emerged victorious, a beacon of light during shadows.

The echoes of the final battle had faded into the distance, leaving a stillness that seemed almost surreal. The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a gentle glow over the battlefield where love had triumphed over darkness.

Vincent Nightshade and I stood side by side, our hands intertwined, our hearts finally at peace. The demons that had threatened the human realm had been vanquished, and our love had emerged victorious.

As we gazed into each other's eyes, a sense of relief washed over us both. The weight of the world, the secret that had loomed over our relationship, was now gone. Vincent's loyalty to me and his commitment to our love had led him to make the ultimate choice, to stand with the side of good against his former brethren.

"Vincent," I whispered, my voice filled with gratitude, "I can't believe we made it through all of this together."

He smiled, his eyes shimmering with emotion. "Love conquers all, Sidney. I realized that my place was by your side, not with the demons who sought to destroy this world."

Our love story had been anything but conventional, filled with twists and turns that no one could have predicted. From the moment I caught him munching on raw meat to the revelation of his true demonic nature, our journey had been a rollercoaster of emotions.

We walked hand in hand, leaving the battlefield behind us, ready to face the future together. The demons may have been defeated, but our love story was just beginning.

And so, with a demon's biting claim and an unbreakable love, our story continued, filled with uncertainty and adventure, but also with the promise of a love that defied all odds—a love that would last for eternity. And we were ready to live our happily ever after, but the demons will never settle for this defeat.

There are many others like Damians who will try their best to conquer the earth, torture humans or take their so-called revenge on humans. But after this fight, we knew we were ready to face it all.

A demon slayer and his demon fiancé were ready to fight every evil to protect their world.

My Demon Fiancé

Chapter 1: The Engagement

I never imagined that my love story would begin with a medieval-themed wedding proposal, but that's precisely how Vincent Nightshade swept into my life. It all in the heart of Central Park, beneath the rustling canopy of golden leaves, as if the universe itself had conspired to set the stage for our unconventional romance.

Shakespeare's play and Lana del ray music, with angels setting the environment as if it all was meant to happen.

Life has a funny way of throwing curveballs at you, and for me, it came in the form of Vincent Nightshade, a man who embodied a unique blend of eccentricity and charm. Vincent was not your average Joe, not by a long shot. No, he was more like a character straight out of a fantastical storybook, and our love story was the most enchanting tale I could ever have imagined. Vincent, a name that gave me goosebumps of terrifying and butterflies in stomach for love. He had always been an enigmatic character. Tall and brooding, with a head of dark, unruly hair, he had an air of mystery about him that drew me in like a moth to a flame

The first day I met Vincent Nightshade was a day that defied all logic and reason. It was a day that set the wheels of destiny in motion, even if I didn't know it at the time.

An autumn morning, the leaves on the trees painted in shades of red and gold. I had just moved into my new apartment in the heart of the city, hoping for a fresh start. Little did I know just how fresh that start would be.

As I fumbled with the keys to my front door, trying to find the right one in a jingling mess, I heard a voice behind me. "Need some help there?"

I turned to find a man standing there, a stranger with a mischievous glint in his ever-shifting eyes.

"Uh, yeah," I stammered, finally managing to unlock the door. "Thanks."

He held out a hand, and I shook it, feeling a strange jolt of electricity shoot up my arm. "I'm Vincent," he said, his voice smooth as silk.

"Sidney," I replied, my mind still trying to process the encounter.

We chatted for a few minutes in the hallway, and it was as if time had stopped. Vincent had a way of making me feel like the center of the universe, like nothing else mattered but our conversation. It was both exhilarating and unnerving.

As we parted ways, he asked for my phone number, and without hesitation, I gave it to him. It was a decision that would change my life forever, even if I couldn't have known it then.

In the weeks that followed, Vincent and I grew closer. Our phone calls turned into late-night conversations, and our chance encounter in the hallway began to feel like fate. There was something undeniably magnetic about him, something that drew me in like a moth to a flame.

It was during our second date, a candlelit dinner at a charming Italian restaurant, that Vincent dropped the bombshell. With a glint in his emerald, green eyes that made my heart race, he confessed, "Sidney, there's something I need to tell you."

My mind raced through all the possible secrets he could be harboring - a criminal record, an underground fight club membership, or perhaps a secret fortune hidden in a Swiss bank account. Instead, he revealed something entirely unexpected.

"I'm a reenactor," he admitted, his voice tinged with hesitation.

"A reenactor?" I repeated, trying to process this new piece of information.

Vincent nodded solemnly. "Yes, I reenact medieval battles, you know, jousting, sword fights, the whole shebang."

At that moment, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. The image of my enigmatic, brooding date dressed in a suit of armor, brandishing a sword while charging at imaginary foes, was simply too absurd to ignore.

Vincent, however, didn't seem offended by my reaction. Instead, he joined in the laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm glad you find it amusing," he said, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "But there's more to it than just dressing up and playing make- believe. I take it very seriously."

And take it seriously, he did. Over the course of our relationship, I came to realize that Vincent's passion for medieval reenactment was not just a hobby; it was a way of life. He owned a dazzling array of swords, each with a unique history and purpose. He spent weekends at Renaissance Faires, perfecting his swordsmanship and immersing himself in a world that seemed torn from the pages of a history book.

But it wasn't just Vincent's penchant for all things medieval that made him unique. He had quirks that set him apart from anyone I had ever met. For one, he had an uncanny ability to move silently, as if he were a phantom gliding through the night. I'd often find myself startled by his sudden presence, even in the most crowded of places.

And then there was his peculiar dietary preference. I vividly remember the day I discovered Vincent in our kitchen, He was hunched over the kitchen island, his back to me, his broad shoulders bathed in moonlight. Clutched in his hands was a plastic bag that crinkled with every movement. I squinted, trying to make sense of the scene before me.

Vincent's jet-black hair was mussed, and his stance was tense, like a predator preparing to pounce. But it was the contents of the plastic bag that left me speechless. He was eating raw meat—chunks of it, with a fervor that defied logic.

My initial reaction was nothing short of comical. I gasped, my eyes widening in horror, and my hand flew to my mouth to stifle an involuntary scream. I must have resembled a character from a cheesy horror film, caught in the act of discovering something grotesque.

Vincent spun around, his eyes flashing in the moonlight, and a look of pure shock crossed his face as he realized he had an audience. In his hand, a piece of raw meat dangled precariously. "Vincent, what are you doing?" I exclaimed.

He looked up, his lips smeared with blood, and sheepishly replied, "Just having a quick snack, my love.

You know, for authenticity." If you'd asked me a year ago where I saw myself today, I certainly wouldn't have painted the picture of me, Sidney Burton, standing in the kitchen, staring incredulously at my fiancé Vincent Nightshade. He was, without a doubt, the most eccentric person I'd ever met, and yet, I couldn't imagine my life without him.

Authenticity, it seemed, was Vincent's guiding principle in everything he did. His commitment to his passions was unwavering, even if those passions were as eccentric as dining on raw meat or mastering the art of sword fighting in the 21st century. Then there was his uncanny ability to move stealthily. It defied explanation. Vincent had a sixth sense for not hearing footsteps. I'd tiptoe around the house, trying to surprise him, but he always sensed my presence before I could spring my surprise attack. It was as if he'd honed his senses to a supernatural level, and sometimes, it felt like I was living with a phantom.

Despite the oddities and the quirks, or perhaps because of them, I found myself falling in love with Vincent. He was unlike anyone I had ever met - a captivating blend of mystery, passion, and authenticity. Every moment with him was an adventure, and I couldn't imagine a life without him by my side.

One day, I was waiting for Vincent in the room. He didn't come out and my curiosity took over so I walked to the bathroom. The door was broken so it wasn't closed. I peeked in and I saw him with shorts all the way to his ankles and he was facing the toilet and jacking off. He looked back and I could see that he had a huge dick and a very sexy bubble ass.

I didn't know what to do so I pretended to wash my hands at the sink. Vincent turned around and began walking over to me with his dick in his hand. He walked up behind me and pressed his hard dick against my ass. He held my hips and began humping and grinding on my ass. I put my hands on the sink and let Vincent hump and grind my ass. I could feel my precum all over my legs.

Vincent stepped back and yanked my shorts down. I bent over and shoved my ass back. He came prepared with lube and Vincent lube me up and began slowly sliding his big dick in me. The pain was intense but the situation and pleasure I was feeling were much stronger. I barely whimpered. And while it was sliding in me, I came. I shot cum everywhere because as I started cuming Vincent began fucking me hard. His hands were on my hip and he pushed his dick more and more inside. I could feel his warm dick, it was so huge. I turned my face so I could see if he's enjoying, Vincent kissed me.

"You won't mind if I cum inside your mouth," Vincent said in hard voice.

He pulled out from my ass, and I sat on my knees. His big dick, I kissed his dick first. It was the first time I was going to suck on a dick so I grabbed his dick. I put my tongue on his dick and licked it all over. I licked his ball which gave him a shiver. I put his dick in my mouth, no matter how much I was trying it was too huge to fit whole in my mouth.

I started sucking, with no time our relationship went from ground to the moon. I was now giving a blowjob to Vincent. His hands were on my face and his dick, it tasted sweet. I couldn't stop sucking, every time he pushed it more inside my mouth I moved my tongue in front to taste his precum.

He came inside my mouth, as he pulled out his dick from my mouth. He was still cumming, he dropped some semen on my face. It was so warm; I moved my tongue around lips to eat it all.

As I walked back to the room, I was still semi-hard, and I could feel his cum inside my mouth.

It was the first time; Vincent and I had sex. But there was more to our story than just swords and raw meat. Behind the scenes, a heavy burden weighed on my shoulders—the ever-increasing pile of medical bills that came with my mother's illness. My mother, my rock, had been battling a relentless illness that had drained her both physically and financially. Her medical treatments were a never-ending cycle of doctor's appointments, hospital stays, and medication regimens. The bills, like vultures circling a wounded animal, threatened to consume any semblance of financial stability my family had left.

The soft hum of the hospital machinery filled the small room as I sat bedside mother, my fingers intertwined with hers. Tubes and monitors surrounded her, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. It had been a tough few weeks, and the strain was etched on my face. My mother, Eleanor Burton, lay there, her once-vibrant eyes now dulled by pain and illness.

Mother had always been the anchor of my life. She had raised me as a single mother, working tirelessly to provide and give me the best she could. Her love had been unwavering, her support unyielding, and I had always admired her strength.

"Sidney, my dear," she rasped, her voice a mere whisper, "how's my brave knight doing today?"

I forced a smile, trying to mask the ache that gnawed at my heart. "I'm holding up, Mom. And how about you? How are you feeling?"

She mustered a feeble chuckle. "Oh, you know me, always a fighter. But enough about this old woman. How's Vincent? Have you two set a date yet?"

The mention of Vincent sent a jolt through me.

"Not yet, Mom," I replied, my voice tight. "We're taking our time, making sure everything's just right."

Her eyes softened, and she reached out a trembling hand, placing it on mine. "My dear, don't let time slip away. Happiness is a precious thing, and you deserve every bit of it."

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. She had sacrificed so much for me, and now, as she lay here, frail, all I wanted was to give her the best treatment possible.

"I promise, Mom," I whispered, "I'll make sure we find that happiness."

Her hand tightened around mine, a silent plea for assurance. I nodded, determined to keep that promise, even if it meant facing the unimaginable.

As the hours ticked away, I sat by her side, imagining about Vincent. I spoke of his quirks, his unwavering support, and the way he made me feel like I was the center of his universe. It was a bittersweet solace, knowing that, for now.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room, her condition was becoming critical, now it was hard for her to breath. I held her hand, my heart pounding with a mixture of sorrow and determination.

"Rest now, Mom," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "I'll be right here with you."

I was walking towards the doctor's room, and I heard Vincent's voice.

"Sidney," Vincent began softly, his deep voice carrying a soothing quality, "I couldn't help but notice you're struggling with the bills. Is there anything I can do to help?"

I blinked in surprise, the offer catching me off guard. "No, Vincent. I don't want to burden with you with anything."

Vincent took a step closer, his hand gently resting on my shoulder. "I know you don't like feeling indebted, but Sidney, your mother's health is the most important thing right now. I can help ease the burden, and it won't be a problem for me."

My eyes welled up with gratitude. Vincent had been offering support and comfort in ways that transcended the boundaries of a typical guy you date. "Vincent, I don't know what I'd do without you. Your kindness means the world to us."

Vincent's fingers brushed against my cheek, wiping away an errant tear. "I care for you and your mother deeply, Sidney. I want to make sure she gets the best care possible. You mean the world to me too."

As I looked into Vincent's eyes, I couldn't help but wonder about the enigmatic man who had entered my life.

As the months passed, our love deepened, and it became clear that we were meant to be together. Fate, it seemed, had other plans for us, plans that would push our relationship to the next level. Plans that involved a medieval-themed wedding proposal in the heart of Central Park.

That fateful evening, under the golden canopy of autumn leaves, Vincent dropped to one knee, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. He held out a custom-made sword, its hilt adorned with intricate designs, and said, "Sidney Burton, will you be my partner in this grand adventure called life?"

It was a proposal unlike any other, a declaration of love as unique and captivating as the man who stood before me. And as I gazed into Vincent's eyes, I knew that I was about to embark on the most extraordinary journey of my life. With a heart full of love and a touch of medieval magic, I said, "Yes, Vincent. Yes, a thousand times yes."

As I gazed at Vincent, who had just finished his impromptu raw meat snack and was now twirling a sword absentmindedly, I knew that our journey was far from ordinary. It was an adventure filled with love, eccentricity, and a commitment forged in the fires of necessity. And I was ready to embrace it all, because, after all, love had a way of making even the quirkiest of knight's shine like stars in the night sky.

Little did I know that our engagement was just the beginning of a love story that would defy convention and take us on a rollercoaster ride through a world where knights and dragons, swords, and shields, were not just tales of yore, but living, breathing realities. Vincent Nightshade had become my knight in shining armour, and I was ready to face whatever adventures the future held, even if it meant embracing the quirkiest, most enchanting love story of all time.

Chapter 2: Demonic Revelation

The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds, each one a heartbeat of anticipation. My life was already a chaotic whirlwind, but it was about to get a whole lot crazier. You know the saying, "When it rains, it pours"? Well, it was pouring cats and dogs on my parade, and it wasn't even a parade worth attending in the first place.

It was a brisk evening, the kind where the leaves painted the streets in shades of golden yellow. Vincent and I had just returned from an extravagant dinner at La Petite Mort, a fancy French restaurant he insisted on trying. I'd always been more of a burger-and-fries kind of guy, but since my engagement to the Vincent who had a penchant for raw meat, my palate had expanded to encompass all sorts of culinary adventures.

We stepped into our cozy apartment, and I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of contentment and unease. Vincent's deep crimson eyes glistened in the dim light, his usual mysterious aura intensified by the candlelit atmosphere. He had an unreadable expression on his face, and for the first time in months, I couldn't decipher his thoughts.

"Is everything okay, Vincent?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

He sighed and looked at me, his eyes shifting between various shades of red and gold. "Sidney, we need to talk."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. That phrase, "we need to talk," had always been a harbinger of doom in my past relationships. And with everything that was already unconventional about my current engagement, what could possibly make it even more bizarre?

Vincent took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts. "Sidney, there's something about me that I haven't told you. Something that I should have disclosed from the beginning."

My mind raced with possibilities, each one more ludicrous than the last. Maybe he was secretly a taxidermist who collected rare birds. Or perhaps he had an embarrassing past as a professional clown. I braced myself for the unexpected revelation.

"I'm not exactly what I appear to be," Vincent continued, his voice tinged with a mixture of guilt and resignation. "I'm not human, Sidney. I'm a demon."

I blinked, my brain struggling to process the information. A demon? Like, horns, tail, and all that jazz? It couldn't be true. Vincent Nightshade, the man who had charmed his way into my heart with his eccentricity and enigmatic charm, a demon?

I must have looked like a fish out of water, gaping at him with wide eyes. "You're joking, right? This has to be some sort of bizarre, twisted joke."

Vincent shook his head, his expression filled with regret. "I wish it were, Sidney. But it's the truth. I've been sent here to carry out a mission on behalf of my kind. We demons have plans for the human world, and I've been tasked with gathering information."

My heart sank as his words washed over me. This wasn't a joke, and it wasn't some quirky revelation. It was a bombshell that threatened to shatter the fragile foundation of our relationship. The man I had fallen head over heels for was a demon with a secret agenda.

"But... but you can't be all bad, right?" I stammered, desperately grasping at straws. "You've been so kind and caring, and you even took care of my mom's medical bills."

Vincent's face contorted with conflicting emotions. "Sidney, demons are complex beings. We're not entirely evil, but our loyalty to our kind comes first. My feelings for you are real, but I can't deny my nature and my mission."

Vincent's gaze never wavered, his eyes searching mine for a reaction. I met his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest, and yet, an odd sense of calm settled over me. Maybe it was the shock, or perhaps it was the sheer absurdity of the situation, but I found myself accepting this revelation with a surprising level of equanimity.

I watched in a mixture of awe and disbelief. My fiancé, the man I loved, was a demon. It should have been impossible, inconceivable, but there he stood before me, his true form laid bare.

I felt a lump forming in my throat as the weight of his confession settled in. The man I loved was torn between two worlds, and I was caught in the crossfire.

"What does this mean for us, Vincent?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

Vincent reached out to cup my face with his cold, pale hand. "I don't know, Sidney. But I promise you this—I'll do everything in my power to protect you.

As his lips met mine in a bittersweet kiss, I couldn't help but wonder if love could truly conquer all, even the darkness that lurked within the man I had vowed to marry.

It was the best kiss, I've had kissed before, but this kiss was different. It felt like the whole universe wanted us to be together. I was born for this; I was born to kiss Vincent. To feel what true love is; and what a man can do for another man.

His lips slowly leaving mine and Vincent said, "I understand if this is too much, Sidney. If you want to leave, I won't stop you."

Leave? The thought hadn't even crossed my mind. My love for Vincent ran deeper than any physical form. I reached out, placing my hand on his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said, my voice steady. "You're still the man I fell in love with, Vincent Nightshade, demon or not."

Relief flickered in his eyes, a vulnerability that seemed out of place in the face of his demonic presence. "Sidney, you have no idea what this means to me."

He grabbed my butt and lifted me; it would be a lie if I say I was not afraid. I love Vincent but I had never let a demon made love to me.

"Here or in the room?" Vincent asked.

"I prefer room but," before I could complete the sentence he had me on his shoulders and pressing my butt cheeks. "The room," He shouted excitedly.

He slowly lifted me down until our lips were touching. My legs were hanging through his waist and he was kissing me like boy taste's his favorite ice cream after being grounded for years.

Suddenly, he stopped the kissing. "Sidney, you're the perfect man for me," he said in a tone which took a special place in my heart.

I started undressing him, I wanted to feel his warm body touching mine. He pushed me to the mattress, and jumped on me.

"I wish I could stop the time, right now," Vincent said. I laughed and kissed him.

A cringe but sexiest thought entered my mind; do demon have the same size and shape as humans? I know it's cringe but I had never fallen for a demon before.

It wasn't long enough for me to find the answer for that, we had the best sex. Maybe it was the best because we both loved each other so much that we were trying to show our love to each other in every possible way.

We were laying on the bed, two souls bound by something far greater than the realms that separated us. It was a moment of acceptance, a bridge forged between the human and the supernatural. As I looked on Vincent, sleeping like a normal human being. I started to think of what is actually going to happen now. My fiancé is a demon, and the world as I knew it had changed forever. But here, in his arms, I found an inexplicable sense of comfort, as if fate had bound us together for a reason.

As the hours ticked away, I couldn't help but wonder how I would navigate this new reality. I had fallen in love with a demon, and now, I would need to find the strength to face the challenges that lay ahead. The fate of the human realm and the love between Vincent and me hung in the balance, and I was determined to find a way to protect both.

Little did I know that the journey ahead would test the depths of our love and lead us into a world of darkness and danger, the likes of which I could never have imagined.

Chapter 3: Nights are Strange

The revelation had cast a shadow over our once-idyllic life. Vincent's secret, his true nature as a demon, hung between us but love and respect in each other heart was more than it was ever before. We were open to each other, sharing everything. Vincent was surprised that I didn't react the way he imaged. He was happy that I see him in the same way, or maybe in more romantic way. It was all fine for me until, another mysterious door opened. A fact that I didn't notice, or maybe I was so much in love with Vincent that him being a demon was normal for me that I didn't give a thought about what's his purpose.

Nights were the strangest of all. Vincent rarely stayed home after dusk. He'd leave, disappearing into the inky blackness, his eyes gleaming with an eerie intensity. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was up to something, something far more dangerous than just a midnight stroll.

Curiosity, mixed with equal parts fear and determination. So the day came in which I finally decided to follow him one night. As I trailed him through the winding streets, I couldn't help but feel like a character in a supernatural thriller, tiptoeing through a world I had no business being a part of.

Vincent moved with a predatory grace, his steps purposeful and sure. It was a side of him I'd never witnessed before, and it sent shivers down my spine. I watched from the shadows as he approached a lone figure on the deserted street, his presence cloaked in a subtle, otherworldly energy.

My heart pounded in my chest, fear and disbelief warring within me.

What was he doing? Who was he meeting? And why did it feel like the world had suddenly become a far more dangerous place?

As I observed from my hiding spot, Vincent's actions became clear. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, watching Vincent with a mixture of terror and disbelief. It was a scene straight out of a nightmare, a nightmare I never wanted to believe was true.

There he was Vincent Nightshade hovering over a helpless human. His eyes, once filled with the warmth I'd fallen for, were now cold and devoid of any humanity. In one hand, he held a wicked-looking blade, curved and glinting in the moonlight. In the other, he had the unfortunate victim pinned to the cold, damp brick wall.

My mind raced, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. This couldn't be real. Vincent couldn't be doing this. He was my love, my knight in shining armor, not a merciless killer.

But the evidence before me was undeniable. Vincent was torturing the poor soul, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he reveled in the suffering he was causing. The victim's screams echoed through the night, chilling me to the bone. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. Fear rooted me to the spot, and the reality of the situation crashed down upon me like a tidal wave. Vincent was not what he seemed. He was a monster, a demon, capable of unspeakable cruelty.

Vincent's secret had unveiled a world I never knew existed, a world of darkness and danger. And now, I was faced with a choice. Could I continue down this path, standing by a man whose actions I couldn't condone? Or was it time to take a stand, even if it meant confronting the demon I loved and risking everything? The answers were uncertain, but one thing was clear – I couldn't turn a blind eye to the darkness that lurked in Vincent's heart.

I couldn't sleep the whole night, wondering if Vincent is truly an evil or is it just one of a demon trait. It was 8'o clock in the morning when Vincent came back. He was sweating, his top half wet, holding a bottle of water.

"What woke you up so early?" He asked. It was like he wasn't aware that I followed him.

"Vincent, I followed you today and saw that you're a threat to unharmful human being," I replied in breaking voice.

Vincent took a step closer, and I couldn't help but take a step back. "I had my reasons," he said cryptically. "But I promise, Sidney, I've never lied to you about my feelings for you. I love you."

My heart ached at those words, and I wanted to believe him, but everything had changed.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "Vincent you nearly killed that poor man."

Vincent's expression darkened, and for a moment, I saw a glimpse of the demon beneath the handsome facade. "It's complicated," he replied evasively.

"Complicated doesn't cut it," I shot back, my fear giving way to determination. "Vincent, we promised to share everything. What are you involved in? What does it have to do with the human world?"

He sighed, and for a moment, he looked vulnerable, like the weight of his secrets was finally catching up to him. "I can't tell you everything right now," he said, his voice low and filled with regret. "But I promise, I'll explain everything soon. Just trust me a little while longer."

Trust. It was a fragile thing now, hanging in the balance between love and deception. I didn't know what Vincent's true intentions were, but one thing was clear – I needed to find out the truth, no matter where it led.

Chapter 4: One last secret

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across our cozy living room. Vincent and I had spent the entire day together, an unusual occurrence since his revelation as a demon. His motives remained enigmatic, but he seemed determined to share more about his world with me.

We sat on the couch, surrounded by an array of ancient books and scrolls that he'd collected over the years. Among them was a weathered tome written in Latin, its pages filled with cryptic symbols and incantations. Vincent had been guiding me through the text, translating it bit by bit, as if unraveling the mysteries of his own existence.

"This book," he began, his voice low and measured, "explains why demons are against humans."

I glanced at the pages, the Latin phrases like a foreign code. "Why? What could demons have against humans?"

Vincent leaned closer, his eyes locked onto mine. "It's not about hatred, Sidney. It's about survival. You see, demons and humans were once intertwined, sharing a fragile balance between our worlds. But over the centuries, humans have grown stronger, and their numbers have multiplied. As a result, our realm, the demon world, has weakened."

I listened intently as Vincent explained the delicate equilibrium between the realms. He spoke of energy, the life force that humans generated, and how it sustained both worlds. However, the power had shifted, tipping the scales in favor of the human realm.

"Demons require energy to thrive," Vincent continued. "And when the balance is disrupted, it threatens our very existence. The demon king believes that by weakening the human realm, we can restore the equilibrium."

I furrowed my brow, trying to comprehend the complexity of the situation. It was a precarious dance between two worlds, one that could result in catastrophe. "But weakening the human realm, what does that mean exactly?"

Vincent sighed, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "It means creating chaos, sowing discord, and draining the life force from humans."

The air in the room hung heavy with tension as Vincent's confession lingered like a malevolent spirit. I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. The man I loved, the one I'd planned to spend my life with, had just revealed a horrifying truth.

"You... you want to destroy the whole human race?" I stammered, my voice trembling with disbelief.

He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair in frustration. "It's not something I want to do, Sidney. You have to understand; I'm bound by duty. I'm second-in-command to Captain Damian Nightshade, and he serves the Demon King. I was sent here to find a spell, a spell that can weaken the human body and soul. Once we have that, the demons will launch their attack."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was like something out of a nightmare. "But why? Why do they want to destroy humanity?"

Vincent's eyes met mine, and there was a hint of sadness in them. "It's a long-standing vendetta, a desire for revenge that has festered for centuries. The demons believe that humans wronged them in the past, and now they want to repay that debt in blood."

I felt a cold chill run down my spine. This was beyond anything I could have imagined. My love for Vincent was in direct conflict with my love for humanity, for my family, for the world I'd grown up in. I couldn't stand by and let this plan unfold, no matter how much I cared for him.

"I can't leave you," Vincent shouted. Stepping closer to me.

I was scared of him but my love for him was more than anything, he's still my safest place on earth no matter what his nature is, "No one has to leave anyone Vincent," I replied giving him a smile.

He pulled me close to him and hold my waist with his both hands.

"You know I love you Vincent," I said.

I kissed him and by the moment of his lips and fear in his eyes I could easily tell he wasn't kissing me back.

"Why are you holding back so much, we will fight for love," I whispered in his left ear.

He put his hand in my jeans, for the first time I saw him so excited to make love to me. I faced the wall so he could enjoy all he wants.

He grabbed my left shoulder and his chest touching my back, his thighs touching back of my thighs. He hands on my front, I turned my face to kiss him.

"Let's go to bed," He said.

"Take me into your arms and I will go anywhere with you," I smiled.

Chapter 5: The inner struggle

I, Vincent Nightshade had spent centuries in the demon realm, a place steeped in darkness and cruelty. My upbringing had been a relentless education in hatred for humans, and I had witnessed firsthand the suffering of my kind endured at their hands.

As the days passed, a relentless storm brewed within me. The dichotomy of my existence gnawed at my soul, tearing me apart like a ravenous beast. On one side, there was my duty as a demon, a mission handed down by the demon king himself: to find the spell that would weaken the human realm, allowing us to conquer it.

On the other side was Sidney, the human I'd fallen in love with, the one who held my heart in her fragile hands.

Sidney was the embodiment of everything I'd grown to love about the human world – its warmth, its kindness, and its capacity for love. He was a paradox, a living testament to the goodness that humans were capable of, and I couldn't bear the thought of causing him any harm or hardship.

Demons weren't born with a natural aversion to humanity; it was bred into them. The tales of human atrocities against demons were handed down from generation to generation like macabre bedtime stories. It was no wonder that my own heart had been tainted by this hatred, my soul twisted by the prejudice.

I had always believed that demons and humans were fundamentally incompatible. They were like oil and water, destined to clash in an eternal struggle for dominance. And yet, Sidney seemed to be the exception, the one human who could bridge the gap between their worlds.

I had always been a creature of darkness, a demon born of shadows and secrets.

I had served his kind faithfully for centuries, never questioning the orders that came from the depths of the underworld. But now, as I sat in the dimly lit room, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions, I couldn't help but question everything he had ever known.

My mission on Earth had seemed straightforward at first – infiltrate the human world, gather information, and prepare for the impending invasion. It was a duty I had accepted without hesitation, a task that would bring me honor and recognition among his fellow demons.

It was a duty I had accepted without hesitation, a task that would bring me honor and recognition among his fellow demons.

But then, Sidney Burton had entered my life like a whirlwind, turning my world upside down. Those emerald eyes, so full of warmth and innocence, had drawn him in like a moth to a flame.

I had never encountered a man like Sidney before, someone so genuine, so kind-hearted, that it had made me question the darkness that had always consumed the best version of myself. The more time I spent with Sidney, the more I questioned the beliefs that had guided my existence. I saw kindness and compassion in Sidney's actions, qualities that challenged everything I had been taught about humans.

As I watched Sidney sleep peacefully beside me, I couldn't help but trace the contours of Sidney's face with my finger. Sidney stirred, a soft smile gracing his lips, my heart ached with the love I felt for this human. Every day was a struggle, a battle within my own soul. I would watch Sidney as he went about his life, his laughter and smile lighting up the room like a beacon of hope.

Late at night, when the world was shrouded in darkness, I would venture out, compelled by my demon instincts to fulfill my mission. I would hunt for the spell, for the knowledge that could bring devastation to the world Sidney held. It was a bitter pill to swallow, a constant reminder of the impossible choice I faced.

The oppressive weight of my true nature bears down on me. The scent of ancient tomes and the acrid tang of sulfur mingle in the air, a stark reminder of my dual existence. The plan to destroy the human realm looms like a thunderhead on the horizon, casting its shadow over my every thought.

My hands, normally deft and sure, tremble with an unfamiliar uncertainty. It's not the spell that troubles me; it's the inexplicable connection I feel to Sidney, like a thread linking our souls.

I glance at the mirror, and the reflection staring back at me is both familiar and alien. Jet-black hair frames a face that's become a mask of contradictions. My eyes, once cold and calculating, now hold a hint of turmoil. The transformation from demon to human has not only altered my appearance but also chipped away at the icy veneer that once shielded my heart.

I can't afford to let my guard down. Captain Damian Nightshade, my higher-up and brother in arms, is not known for his patience. If I fail in this mission, he'll come himself, and there will be consequences for graver than I care to imagine.

The demons in the realm below were relentless, their voices echoing in my mind like a chorus of malevolent whispers. They questioned my loyalty, my commitment to the cause, and I couldn't help but question it myself. Would they ever accept Sidney, a human, as part of my life? Or was I doomed to live a life of eternal conflict, torn between two worlds that could never truly coexist?

The demon king's orders were clear – find the spell, weaken the humans, pave the way for the invasion. Failure was not an option, and the consequences would be severe.

When I confessed to her what my true mission and nature is, her reaction was something no one would ever expect.

Her expression shifted from concern to shock, and for a moment, I feared she would push me away, reject me for the monster I truly was. But she surprised me. She reached out, taking my hand in hers, her touch a lifeline in the darkness.

"Vincent," she said softly, "I don't know what this means for us, but I do know one thing. I love you, and I won't let you face this inner conflict alone. We'll find a way to navigate through it together."

Her words were a balm to my tortured soul, a glimmer of hope in the abyss. As I looked into her eyes, I knew that our love, no matter how unconventional, had the power to transcend the boundaries of our worlds. And for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for redemption, for a future where love could conquer even the darkest of destinies.

Each day brought me deeper into a maddening abyss of love and conflict. My feelings for Sidney, like an insistent flame, refused to be extinguished. But loyalty to my demon superiors and the mission weighed upon me like a leaden shroud.

The struggle was tearing me apart, my heart and mind at odds. How could I continue to deceive Sidney, the person I cherished beyond words? The thought of betraying him filled me with anguish, yet I couldn't ignore the dark path that had been set before me by my demon heritage.

One evening, as the moon cast an eerie glow upon our quiet living room, I found Sidney sitting there, his eyes filled with an unspoken sadness. He looked up at me, his gaze a piercing dagger that cut through my defenses.

His eyes welled with frustration and hurt. "I can handle danger, Vincent. What I can't handle is not knowing, not understanding why you've changed so much."

And he was right. I had changed. The love I felt for him had shifted the very core of my being. It had sparked a crisis of identity within me, a battle between the demon I was born to be and the man I had grown to love.

"I can't lose you," I whispered, my voice trembling. "But I can't betray my people either."

Sidney's hand reached out, his fingers gently tracing my jawline. "Vincent, love doesn't have to be a betrayal. We can find a way to bridge the gap between our worlds, to protect the people we care about."

His words were like a lifeline, a glimmer of hope in the darkness. But I couldn't shake the dread that had settled in my heart. The demon king's plan to destroy the human realm loomed ever closer, and my loyalty to my superiors remained unbreakable.

The weight of my conflicting loyalties bore down on me like a crushing burden. On one hand, there was Sidney, the human I'd fallen inexplicably, irrevocably in love with. On the other hand, there were my demon superiors, who had entrusted me with a mission that threatened the very existence of the human realm.

Sidney was my weakness, my Achilles' heel in this diabolical mission. His vibrant emerald eyes, his captivating smile, the way he made my heart race with a single glance – all of it had me ensnared in a web of love and desire. I craved him like a starving beast, unable to resist the pull of his soul.

Yet, duty called. I was second-in-command to Captain Damian Nightshade, a powerful demon who brooked no failure. The mission to find the spell that would weaken humanity's defenses was paramount to our realm's plans, and I was the key to its success. The consequences of my failure were unimaginable – a return to the demon realm, where punishment would be swift and merciless.

The tension was unbearable. Every stolen moment with Sidney, every stolen kiss, felt like a betrayal to my own kind. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to pull away from him. It was as though our souls were intertwined, destined to be together, even if the universe itself conspired against it.

My demon superiors were not ones to be trifled with. Shortly after my confession, I received a threatening message – if I didn't provide an update about the mission soon, they would recall me to the demon realm.

The walls were closing in on me. Torn between the love I felt for Sidney and the loyalty I owed to my kind, I faced an impossible choice. Could I protect Sidney and the human realm from the darkness that loomed on the horizon? Or would I be forced to return to the demon realm, leaving behind the love that had become my world?

As I delved deeper into my mission on Earth, I found myself increasingly haunted by thoughts of Sidney. It was as though he had cast a spell on me, one that I couldn't break free from, no matter how hard I tried.

Each night, as I ventured out into the darkness, searching for the elusive spell that could weaken the human realm, I couldn't help but wonder what Sidney was doing. Was he safe? Was he thinking about me? Did he know the turmoil that raged within me, torn between duty and the love that had blossomed between us?

The streets were empty, save for the occasional stray cat or lone wanderer. I moved silently through the shadows, my footsteps barely making a sound. In my demon form, I possessed heightened senses, an advantage that served me well in my quest. But lately, my senses had been dulled, my focus compromised.

Sidney's face, his smile, his laughter, they all swirled in my mind like a maddening whirlpool. I couldn't escape him, no matter how hard I tried to push him away. It was as though my very soul was entangled with his, bound by an inexplicable connection.

My mission was clear – But with each passing day, it became increasingly difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. I couldn't ignore the turmoil in my heart, the longing I felt for Sidney, and the guilt that gnawed at me.

I knew the consequences of failure. The demon king was not known for his mercy, and the fate of our world depended on the success of our mission.

But Sidney had become my weakness, my Achilles' heel, and I couldn't bear the thought of him being caught in the crossfire.

As I scoured ancient texts and consulted with fellow demons in the human realm, I couldn't escape the feeling that time was running out. The spell I sought was elusive, its secrets buried deep within the annals of time.

I couldn't afford to let my emotions cloud my judgment, but I was only demon, or at least, in a human form, and the battle within me raged on.

Each night, as I returned home, I would catch a glimpse of Sidney's sleeping form, his face serene and innocent. It was a stark reminder of the world I was sworn to protect; the world I had been sent to destroy.

The days grew shorter, and the pressure mounted. I had to find that spell, and I had to do it soon, for all the demons who depended on. Or maybe I need to find a way to save Sidney from everything which will take place on earth.

Chapter 6: Everything Changed.

The days turned into weeks, and the weight of the truth about Vincent's mission pressed down on me like a vice. I couldn't escape the moral dilemma that now consumed my every thought. Love and duty stood on opposite sides of a chasm, and I was teetering on the precipice.

The world outside our little love nest had grown darker, both metaphorically and literally. The signs of the impending apocalypse seemed to be lurking around every corner. It started with the news reports – a deadly virus sweeping through the human realm like wildfire, leaving a trail of fear and death in its wake. It was a stark reminder that the world I'd always known was no longer the same.

I found myself huddled on the couch, staring at the flickering images on the television screen. The news anchor's voice was a somber backdrop to the chaos that had unfolded. Hospitals overwhelmed, cities in lockdown, and a growing sense of panic seeping into the very air we breathed.

Vincent had been acting strange lately, even by his demon standards. Vincent and I had become like strangers living in the same house. The air between us was heavy with unspoken words, with the knowledge of the darkness that had infiltrated our lives. I missed the days when our love was simple, uncomplicated by the shadow of his true nature.

The days had taken on a surreal hue, like a vivid nightmare bleeding into reality.

Yet, there was no time for self-pity. The fate of humanity rested on my shoulders, and I couldn't afford to crumble. Armed with newfound knowledge, I delved into research, determined to understand the depths of Vincent's mission and, more importantly, how to stop it.

The demon's plan was as audacious as it was terrifying. He sought to dismantle the pillars of society—food, wealth, health, and land. Each one held a delicate balance, and if any were disrupted, chaos would ensue.

My nights were spent poring over ancient texts, my fingers tracing the lines of forgotten prophecies. I called on every ounce of strength, fueled by an unyielding determination to protect the world I loved. Vincent was a demon, but he was also the man I'd chosen to spend my life with. The conflict within me was tearing at the seams.

News of global unrest echoed through every corner of the world. Riots erupted over dwindling resources, economies teetered on the brink of collapse, and the sick grew sicker, their pleas for help swallowed by a world descending into madness.

Vincent's involvement in this chaos was like a blade through my heart. Each report of his actions sent shockwaves through me, a reminder that the man I loved was capable of unimaginable destruction.

One evening, with the moon casting an eerie glow, I confronted Vincent. We stood in the quiet of our shared space, the weight of the world pressing in on us.

"Vincent," I began, my voice steady despite the turmoil within, "we need to talk."

He turned, his eyes flickering with a mixture of emotions I couldn't decipher. "Sidney, I—"

"Enough," I interrupted, my resolve steel. " I can't stand by and let you destroy everything."

Vincent's gaze fell, shadows dancing across his face. "You don't understand, Sidney. This is bigger than us. It's about survival, about reclaiming what's rightfully ours."

I took a step forward, my heart pounding with a strange mixture of fear and determination. "Survival should not come at the expense of innocent lives, Vincent. There has to be another way."

Vincent nodded; his expression pained. "I understand your position, Sidney. I never wanted you to be part of this. But you have to understand the consequences of what we're up against. The demon king is ruthless, and he won't hesitate to destroy us if we defy him."

Tears welled in my eyes as I grappled with the impossible choice before me. Love or duty. Vincent or humanity. The scales were tipped, and I couldn't find a balance.

"We need to find a way to stop him," I said, my voice trembling but resolute. "There has to be a way to thwart his plan without resorting to destruction."

He lowered his gaze, his shoulders slumping with the weight of his own guilt. "Sidney, you have to understand. There's no other way. The demon king's orders are absolute. If I don't find that spell, if I don't help him weaken humanity, he'll destroy me."

My heart ached at his words. I knew the stakes were high, but I couldn't accept that there was no alternative. "Isn't there some other way, Vincent? Some way to defy the demon king's orders without endangering both our worlds?"

Vincent shook his head, his eyes haunted. "I've searched for centuries, Sidney. There's no other way. The spell I'm looking for, it's the only thing that can tip the balance in our favor."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the magnitude of our predicament. We were caught in a web of destiny, bound by forces beyond our control. But I couldn't stand by and let darkness consume the world.

"Vincent," I said firmly, my voice resolute, "I won't let this happen. I won't let the demon king succeed in his plans. There has to be something we can do."

He looked at me, hope flickering in his eyes. "Sidney, you don't understand. This isn't just about me anymore. If I fail, someone else will take place. And If I find him the spell, then I can ask him to spare one life. I want to save you Sidney."

I took a deep breath, knowing that I was making a decision that would change the course of our lives forever. "Then I will find a way to save every human and my Vincent," I said, reaching out to hold his hand. "I will defy the demon king, even if it means risking everything."

Vincent's grip on my hand tightened, and he nodded, stars was sparkling in his eyes. "I love you, Sidney. And I promise, I'll do everything in my power to protect you, to protect our world."

In the morning I went out for a walk. I wanted to inhale fresh air, I was exhausted with reading tons of Latin, Greek and Arabic texts. My fiancé introduced a world to me which I only saw in movies or believed as a fantasy land.

As I was crossing the playground a basketball touched my foot.

"Hey! Can you please throw the ball at us," one kid shouted.

"Sure," I said and threw him the ball.

I wanted to sit and watch them play, so I entered the ground. There was an empty bench under a beautiful tall tree.

I sat there, watching the kids play. After a while, a priest came and sat next to me.

"Never saw you here before," The priest said in a lower voice without giving a glance.

"I don't live here, I was just out for a walk and saw the kids playing," I explained.

"So you wanted to see the kids playing," He smiled.

I didn't say anything in return. I was so drowning in my own thoughts that continuing a conversation will take the details away from me.

"May God save these kids," The priest whispered.

"Why, what happening?" I questioned. It was if something or everything that happening to the world is connected to the mission of my fiancé. I was eager to know what wrong is happening 20 blocks away from our place. Or maybe what kind of danger a man faced in Europe, is Asia fine? I was struggling in my own self.

"The devil is among us dear; the virus is killing the kids." The priest answered. "Maybe another virus is about to turn the world into hell, every kid in our church is getting ill."

"I need to go," I stood up and started walking. I swear I didn't look back, maybe it had nothing to do with Vincent and demon world, but I was feeling guilty.

On my way back, I met someone. The encounter with Vincent's cousin, a demon himself, had left me rattled.

Sidestepping a puddle, I replayed our conversation in my mind. "You're making him vulnerable."

Vincent Nightshade had never been one to question his origins. Growing up in the shadowy realms of the demon hierarchy, he had been molded by the darkness that surrounded him. As a demon, he had been taught to embrace the malevolence that coursed through his veins, to revel in the chaos and suffering he could bring to the human world. It was the way of his kind, and he had followed it faithfully for centuries.

But before he had become the enigmatic figure known as Vincent Nightshade, second-in-command to Captain Damian Nightshade, there had been a time when he was simply Vincent, a nameless demonling lost in the sea of obsidian souls.

Vincent's earliest memories were shrouded in shadows and whispered secrets. He had been born into a world where treachery and deceit were the currency of survival. His mother, a demoness with ebony wings and eyes like bottomless pits, had raised him in the abyssal depths of the Netherworld. She had taught him the art of deception and manipulation from the moment he could crawl.

"Trust no one, Vincent," she would hiss, her voice like the echoes of distant screams. "In this world, weakness is death."

And so, he had learned to be ruthless. He had learned to feed on the fear and despair of humans, drawing power from their suffering. It was a twisted existence, one that he had accepted without question. After all, he had never known any other way of life.

As he grew older, his power had grown, and his reputation had spread through the demonic ranks. He had become known for his cunning and ruthlessness, a demon who could outwit even the cleverest of adversaries. It was no surprise when Captain Damian Nightshade had taken notice of him, recognizing his potential for greater things.

Vincent had climbed the demonic hierarchy swiftly, his loyalty to Damian unwavering. He had been groomed to serve as the captain's right hand, the one who would carry out his orders without hesitation. And he had done so, relishing in the chaos and destruction they had wrought together.

The evening when Vincent entered the house, he had a tabloid in his hand. An ancient looking tabloid, with only God knows what was written on it. As he saw me looking on his hands he tried to hid the tabloid behind him.

"Sidney," He stepped towards me. "I want you to understand that I will never let a single thing harm you in any possible way."

I leaned over to kiss him, "I know Vincent."

Every time I looked at Vincent, a storm of emotions raged within me. On the surface, our life together appeared normal. We shared meals, watched movies, and even made love like any other couple. But beneath the façade of our love story, a secret war was being waged in my heart.

The temptation to confront Vincent, to expose his sinister mission, was a constant presence in my thoughts. But I couldn't ignore the love I felt for him, the way my heart ached when he looked at me with those chameleon eyes, so full of longing.

My thoughts were a tangled mess, like a ball of yarn that had been unravelled and knotted beyond recognition. On one hand, I knew that Vincent's actions were wrong, that I couldn't stand idly by while he planned to destroy the human realm. On the other hand, he was the man I loved, the one who had brought light into my life when all seemed lost.

I had no one to turn to, no confidant to share my burden with. My friends and family knew nothing of Vincent's true nature, and I couldn't bear to burden them with this unimaginable secret. It was a lonely battle, one that threatened to consume me.

Vincent, too, seemed to sense the growing distance between us. He would reach out to me, his touch gentle and loving, but I couldn't help but flinch away. The turmoil in my heart had created an insurmountable wall between us.

The silence between us became unbearable. I knew I couldn't continue like this, torn between love and duty.

I stopped the kissing, my voice filled with determination. "I can't just pretend like everything is fine, Vincent. What you're involved in is wrong, and it's putting countless innocent lives at risk."

Tension hung in the air like a storm cloud, and I could see the struggle within him, the battle between his loyalty to his kind and his love for me.

"I know," he whispered, his voice heavy with regret. "But I can't simply abandon my duty. The consequences would be catastrophic."

My heart ached at his words, but I couldn't back down. We were both willing to fight for our love, to find a way to protect the human realm without succumbing to the darkness that threatened to engulf us.

The path ahead was treacherous, and the challenges were daunting, but I knew that love had the power to conquer even the darkest of demons.

"I need time to think," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Vincent nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. "Take all the time you need, Sidney. I'll be here when you're ready."

With those words, he retreated into the shadows of our home, leaving me alone with the weight of my decision. I knew that whatever choice I made, it would come with consequences – for me, for Vincent, and for the world.

As I sat in the darkness, wrestling with my inner turmoil, I couldn't help but wonder if love could truly conquer all, or if the darkness that had engulfed our lives was too powerful to be vanquished by mere love alone. The days ahead would be filled with uncertainty, danger, and impossible choices, and I was determined to face them head-on, no matter the cost.

Chapter 6: The mission & guilt

The weight of my mission pressed down on me, a constant reminder of the darkness that loomed ahead. As the days passed, I found myself tangled in a web of conflicting emotions. Duty called, but Sidney's presence was a siren's song, pulling me further into a love that defied logic.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of fiery red and gold, Sidney confronted me. His eyes, once filled with adoration, now bore into mine with a mixture of determination and sadness.

"Vincent," he began, his voice steady but tinged with an underlying tremor, "I have decided to stop it, I can't see anyone dying because of you, or me or any demon plan."

I swallowed hard, the weight of guilt pressing against my chest. I couldn't bear to see the hurt in his eyes, but I knew he was right.

Tears glistened in Sidney's eyes, and my chest tightened at the sight. I reached out to touch her, but she pulled away, her expression a mixture of pain and determination.

"I can't just stand by, Vincent," he said, his voice steady but laced with sorrow. "I can't let innocent people suffer, let the world be thrown into chaos."

I nodded in understanding, knowing the gravity of his decision. He was strong, brave, and I admired him for it, even as it tore at my heart. As the night wore on, he sat in silence, the weight of our choices pressing down on us. He was in deep determination to find a way to stop the demon king's plan, to protect both our worlds from impending catastrophe.

The path ahead was treacherous, filled with uncertainty and danger. But he was ready to face it no matter what.

The tension in the room was palpable, like a storm brewing on the horizon. He had the power to strip me of my human capabilities, to render me a mere shadow of my former self. And I couldn't let that happen.

One evening, as I sat in the dimly lit living room, lost in thoughts of Sidney and the impossible choices I faced, Damian appeared. He materialized before me, his dark presence sending a shiver down my spine.

"Vincent," he hissed, his voice like a venomous serpent, "you've been stalling for too long. The tabloid must be delivered, or there will be consequences."

I knew what those consequences meant – not just for me, but for the entire human world. The tabloid was a weapon of unimaginable power, one that could tear apart the fabric of reality itself. It was a weapon I couldn't allow Damian to possess.

But what could I do? I was trapped between duty to my kind and the love I felt for Sidney. I couldn't betray the man I loved, and I couldn't betray the world I had come to know.

As Damian's menacing gaze bore into mine, he reminded me of all the sacrifices the demon made so they can send me to earth and bring the tabloid.

"Don't trust these humans Vincent, demons were brutally killed, witches were burned outside church, if the second someone will find you're a demon they will torture you until you turn into ashes," Damian snapped his fingers and my wings opened.

"Now fly and find everything important related to our mission," pointing at the window.

Chapter 7 Last of us

The night was unusually quiet in our little suburban sanctuary. The moon cast its silver glow over the neatly trimmed hedges and the white picket fence that surrounded our quaint home. Inside, though, the atmosphere was far from peaceful. Tension hung heavy in the air as I sat at the kitchen table, my fingers tapping nervously against the wooden surface. Across from me, Vincent stared into his half-empty cup of tea, his face a mask of turmoil.

I couldn't shake the images from earlier that evening. I had stumbled upon Vincent in the basement, surrounded by a circle of flickering candles, chanting in a language that sent shivers down my spine.

I stared at Vincent, my heart heavy with a mix of fear and love. His eyes, those ever-shifting emerald pools, met mine for a moment before darting away, unable to hold my gaze. The silence in the room was stifling, like the calm before a storm.

"Vincent," I finally whispered, my voice quivering, "are you willing to sacrifice me for this mission?"

He stopped in his tracks, his back to me, his shoulders tense. I could almost hear the gears in his mind whirring as he struggled with his conflicting loyalties.

"I can't betray them Sidney, they raised me," he said, his voice low and filled with pain. "Sidney, I never wanted you to get caught up in all of this. I never meant for you to be hurt."

Despite my fear and anger, one thing remained clear: I loved Vincent. He had captured my heart, despite all his flaws and secrets. And now, I faced a choice that could change everything. Would I stand by his side and try to save both our worlds, or would I turn away, leaving him to face the darkness alone?

It felt like the last of us, Vincent was going to submit the tabloid to Damian. No one knows what's the last day before the apocalypse takes place.

The illness, the virus spread everywhere, hundreds of kids are dying from it. It's worse than the Covid-19. Unreasonable burning of forest everywhere around the world, it already feels like the demons have taken upon earth.

I felt like a slave, a slave to my feelings for Vincent.

The whole scenario was too much to take for me, so I decided to visit my mother at the hospital.

The only good thing in my life was that Vincent medical insurance saved my mother's life. It was the only place where I could escape the whole demon-earth-battle thing.

The sterile smell of the hospital room clung to my senses as I stood there, nervously shifting my weight from one foot to the other. My mother, her frail form tucked beneath a thin white sheet, looked up at me with tired eyes that held more wisdom than the world could offer. The journey to this moment had been nothing short of extraordinary, but I knew it was time to share the most extraordinary revelation of all.

"Mom," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "I need to tell you something, something unbelievable."

She smiled faintly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Darling, in our family, 'unbelievable' seems to be a recurring theme. Go on, I'm listening."

I took a deep breath, the weight of the truth pressing down on me like an anvil. "Vincent… he's not exactly who I thought he was."

Her brows furrowed slightly. "Well, none of us are, my dear."

"No, Mom," I pressed on, "I mean, he's not human. He's a demon."

I watched her closely for any signs of shock or disbelief, but all I saw was a curious interest in her eyes.

Her response was not what I expected. She chuckled softly, as if I'd just shared an amusing anecdote. "Oh, Sidney, that's quite fascinating, isn't it?"

I blinked in disbelief. "You're not surprised? You're not horrified?"

"Sidney, I think me and my son both attracts the kind which are not human," and started laughing.

I stared at her, "Mom, I think you are not ok."

My mother reached out and gently patted the empty space on the hospital bed beside her, inviting me to sit. "Sit down, dear. Let me tell you a story."

I lowered myself onto the bed, my mind racing with confusion.

She held my hand and looked right into my eyes, "Sidney, you are kind. Not brutal, selfish, and strong as I expected you to be."

Her expression turning wistful. "Your father was no ordinary man, Sidney. He was a demon slayer."

My eyes widened in shock. "A demon slayer?"

I struggled to process this new information. "But why didn't you ever tell me about this?"

My mother sighed; her gaze distant. "Your father wanted to keep you safe. He believed that if the world knew the truth about his lineage, it would put you in danger."

She shook her head gently. "It's okay Sidney, you must go home and in my closet; you will find a book. A book that contains the information about your bloodline."

I sat in stunned silence, absorbing the revelation. It was as if the world had suddenly turned upside down.

My mother reached out and took my hand, her grip surprisingly strong for someone so frail. "Remember, Sidney, you are stronger than you think, and you are in no trouble. I'm sure Vincent is a nice demon."

I stood up, "I'll see you, Mom."

My heart raced as I stood in front of my childhood home, a cozy little cottage nestled among the trees. It had been a while since I'd been here, but today, I had a mission – a quest for knowledge that could potentially change everything.

The wind whispered through the leaves as I approached the front door. Memories of my childhood rushed back – playing in the garden with my mom.

Inside, the cottage was filled with the familiar scent of lavender and vanilla. It felt like a hug from the past, comforting and warm. I glanced around, searching for the book that held the secrets of my lineage.

I made my way to the small library, a cozy corner with wooden shelves lined with books, some ancient and weathered. It was there, tucked away between dusty old tomes, that I spotted it – a leather-bound book with strange symbols on its cover. The ancestral book.

I carefully picked it up, feeling its weight in my hands. The leather was soft and worn from years of handling. As I opened it, I was met with pages filled with handwritten notes, diagrams, and illustrations. It was a treasure trove of information about my family's history, a history I'd been kept in the dark about for far too long.

As I flipped through the brittle pages of an old tome, a paragraph caught my eye. It spoke of a lineage, a bloodline of humans known as demon slayers, individuals chosen by fate to protect humanity from the malevolent forces of the underworld. My heart quickened as I read on.

"Legend has it that demon slayers are gifted with unique abilities, passed down through generations. They are the only ones who can wield the ancient weapons designed to vanquish demons and seal their portals."

I blinked, absorbing the gravity of the revelation. Demon slayers? It sounded like something out of a fantasy novel, but if there was even a grain of truth in these words, it could change everything. Perhaps it was my destiny, my heritage, to stand against the darkness that threatened not only my world but Vincent's as well.

I continued reading, my fingers tracing the words on the page. The text described various weapons crafted specifically for demon slayers, each with its own unique power. Swords that could cleave through the thickest of demon hides, daggers that could silence the most sinister incantations, and amulets that could protect against demonic influences.

My thoughts swirled with a newfound purpose. I had to find out if I truly belonged to this lineage of demon slayers, and if so, I needed to learn how to harness these powers. The fate of both our worlds hung in the balance, and I couldn't afford to be a helpless bystander.

I closed the ancient tome, tucking it under my arm as I left the library. The weight of my newfound knowledge bore down on me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, but one thing was clear: I was no longer just a human caught in a demon's embrace. I was a demon slayer, and it was time to embrace my destiny.

Chapter 8 The end is near.

I couldn't wait to share with Vincent that I'm the one who can end this war. I'm a demon slayer. My father; Hudson was the strongest demon slayer in centuries. He was the one who closed the bridge between two realms,"

But the night had fallen like a shadow over the city, and in the dimly lit room of our small apartment, the air felt heavy with tension. I entered the apartment, and I saw Vincent had already handed over the tabloid to Damian.

Damian Nightshade had arrived. The atmosphere in the room shifted as he materialized, his tall, imposing figure casting an eerie silhouette against the walls. His crimson eyes bore into mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. He was here to bring about the downfall of the human realm.

Vincent was standing next to Damian. He had shed his human disguise, revealing his true form—a creature with midnight-black skin, sharp horns curling from his forehead, and crimson eyes that mirrored Damian's. Despite the monstrous exterior, his gaze was filled with a mix of determination and sadness.

"Damian," I said, my voice trembling but resolute. "This ends here. I won't let you destroy our world."

Damian chuckled, "You think you can stop me, little human? I've been planning this for centuries. Your feeble attempts won't stand in my way."

"I'm the son of Hudson; the master demon slayer who closed the bridge," pressing all four fingers togehter to make a strong fist.

"You, what," Damian looked at me from bottom to top.

"Even if you start the war Damian, I'll be the one to put an end to it,"

Damian was standing next to the window in the room. He looked out at the sky and started laughing. He was laughing loud and pointed at me, "I killed your father, so now it's time for me to kill you."

He continued, "But wait, I won't kill you. That will be unfair, so why don't I give order to my most loyal demon; Vincent kill him."

I looked at Vincent, bowing down to Damian.

Damian opened his black wings, waved me, and flew out of the window.

This was the moment we had been unwittingly hurtling towards, the convergence of our destinies, and the endgame of a love story that was nothing short of supernatural.

Vincent lunged at me, his claws extended like daggers, his fangs gleaming wickedly. My instincts kicked in, and I rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding his savage strike. I couldn't help but think about the first time we met, when I caught him red-handed munching on raw meat, blissfully unaware of his true nature. That moment felt like a lifetime ago, an innocent prelude to the cataclysmic clash we now found ourselves in.

"Vincent!" I called out, my voice carrying a blend of desperation and determination. "You need to remember who you are!"

He swirled around, his tail whipping through the air like a coiled serpent, and locked his crimson gaze on me. There was a flicker of recognition in his eyes, like a distant echo of the human he once was.

"Vincent Nightshade," I continued, inching closer. "You're not just a demon. You're my fiancé. We love each other."

He kicked me in the stomach and it was so powerful, I crashed the kitchen wall. I was wet in blood, he started walking towards me.

I managed to run to the room, "Vincent, you love me," I shouted.

I saw Vincent's sword lying next to chair.

I gripped the sword, "It's time to see who I truly am."

Vincent kicked the door down of the room, his wings breaking every possible breakable thing inside the room.

"If you move one step closer, I will play with the sword like I don't care about you," I shouted.

He tried to jump on me, I closed my eyes and swinged the sword.

As I opened my eyes, I see black feathers all over the floor.

There was Vincent, down and bleeding from his wing.

He hesitated, his demonic features momentarily wavering. The storm of chaos that had engulfed him began to subside, revealing fragments of the man I fell in love with beneath the monstrous exterior.

"I don't want to fight you," I implored, extending a trembling hand toward him.

Vincent's claws retracted, and his wings folded in on themselves. His towering, fearsome form shrank until he was back in his human guise, albeit disheveled and bruised.

"I..." he stammered, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I remember."

I approached him cautiously, my heart aching with relief. We had faced countless challenges and doubts, but here, in the midst of this supernatural battlefield, it was the power of love that had the potential to change everything.

He leaned over to kiss me, and I grabbed his back to kiss back hard.

"I'm weak", Vincent said, and his body began to sweat profusely.

"No need to be weak, I'm not gonna hurt you unless you want me to", then I winked.

Vincent brought me in for a hug and a kiss and then ran his hands up and down my entire body. "Ohh, this is going to be fun. I'm gonna love turning you pink! You ready to get started?

I didn't hesitate, "Yes, I'm ready."

"That's it, stick that ass out for me. Show me how much you want it!"

I slightly arched back to present my ass and I was rewarded with a very severe blow across my buttocks! Vincent used the flogger like a windmill, beating my ass up with it before taking it back and swinging even harder, testing me. I howled but I was on an intense high! I stick my ass out again and again, wanting to receive those blows almost daring Vincent to give me the best he's got!

Vincent pulled his hard cock out from his pants and stroked it as I watched.

I was still standing with my legs apart when he pulled down on the back of my head and impaled my throat a few times. My wet mouth coated his dick really good.

"Fuck Sidney, I don't wanna cum yet. I'm not done with you!"

As excited as I already was, there were suddenly butterflies in my stomach. Nervously, I bent my spit-covered middle finger inwards, pushing against his hole, and it slid in to the first knuckle. Vincent inhaled sharply and groaned in a low voice.

Vincent audibly swallowed. After a moment, he nodded and began pulling forward ever so slightly and then pushing back again. He was using my middle finger to start to fuck himself. His insides were so tight and warm that it felt like they were sucking on my finger. After a couple of minutes, he was taking my finger all the way down to where it joined my hand.

Suddenly, Vincent tensed his body and pulled forward. My finger came out of him, and he rested forward on his elbows, taking quivering breaths. Before I could say anything, Vincent raised his head. He did not look back at me. Looking only straight forward, he repeated in a rough and insisting voice. "Fuck. Me."

"OK," I said to myself. "This is it." I licked my left hand again to use it lubricate my cock, and I tasted Vincent's ass on my finger. I almost buckled from the mix of pleasure and anticipation. The taste of Vincent on my finger, the smells of our sweat, the sounds of our breathing and groaning, the sight of Vincent's smooth and bare ass, and the touch of his skin against mine combined together and almost overwhelmed my senses. Wrapping my wet hand around my rod, I moved forward to place the head of my cock against the place where my finger had just been.

Without warning, Vincent pushed backwards with some force, and the head of my dick was now inside him. Vincent gave a short cry and froze. He quivered slightly, and his breath came in ragged gasps. I placed my hands lightly on each of his hips and pulled him slightly backward.

After a few more minutes, Vincent started to slightly rock back and forth again again, pushing and pulling against my dick with his hole. There was no actual in-and-out movement, as my cock was tightly clenched by his hole. I noticed his rhythm, and I tried to match it. When he rocked forward, I pulled back a bit. When he leaned into me, I pushed slightly forward.

I felt something like seal break around my dick, and I suddenly slid in a little further. Vincent whimpered but did not stop his motions. He began moving a little more, slowly going ever-so-slightly further and further back and forth, sliding more and more easily along my length.

Before I knew it, Vincent had pushed back all the way so that his ass pressed against me as I pushed forward, and we held ourselves there for a moment. Vincent remained on his elbows and knees, gasping for air, and I held him from behind with my hips pushed forward and my hands gripping him around the waist.

We had been lubricated by nothing more than my spit and our sweat, and my young cock was now as fully inside him as I could get. The overwhelming pleasure from having pushed into him all the way – and then holding still – cannot be easily described. The heat of his insides and the almost too-tight grip that he had around me was very nearly too much for my mind to comprehend. My cock was being squeezed tighter by his ass than I had ever dared do with my hand when jerking myself off.

Once Vincent felt my cock leave him, he rolled over onto his back. I clumsily fell to the side, and he roughly grabbed my head and pulled it onto his chest, pinning me there. With his other hand he reached for his massive cock. He gave five quick pulls, and then he was splashing my face as he released his own need. The smell of his musk filled my nostrils while he held me tight, both of us breathless and only able to make inarticulate guttural sounds when we tried to speak.

No matter how beautiful and lustful last night was for both of us, but it couldn't disappear the fact that Damian is out there with the tabloid to torture the humans to death.

As we both woke up lying naked next to each other, I grabbed my phone.

"Vincent," I shouted, shaking him hard to wake up.

"What happened?" He replied covering his face with his hand.

"Damian is in Central Park, the media is covering him. He is threatening humans, demanding innocent to kill each other before he tortures them to death," my voice so shocked like never before.

Vincent jumped off from the bed in no time, he was searching something in his closet.

"What are you looking for?" I asked Vincent.

"The strongest sword I have," He replied, still searching aimlessly.

Before I could leave to fight with Damian, I send my mother a text.

"Mom, everything will be alright."

Vincent gave me his strongest sword. The way Vincent used to look at me was now changed. At first, he wanted to save him, but after the little battle we had last night, now Vincent considers me as stronger than him. It was all for just couple minutes because in no time, I was about to face Damian.

"I'll fly you there, Sidney," Vincent reached my hand.

"But your wing's hurt," I held his hand.

"It's okay, Let's leave before it's too late," He pulled me closer to his chest. Hugged me and walked towards the window.

Chapter 8: The War

My heart raced as I stood face to face with Damian Nightshader. The air crackled with tension, and the fate of both the human and demon realms seemed to hang in the balance.

Damian, a towering figure clad in obsidian armor, exuded an aura of malevolence. His crimson eyes bore into my soul, and I could feel the weight of centuries of darkness pressing down on me. This was the man responsible for Vincent's involvement in the sinister plans to bring down the human world.

I clutched my sword, my knuckles white with determination. I knew I couldn't let Damian succeed. For the humans, for the love and for the revenge of my father.

With a swift, determined movement, I lunged at Damian, sword gleaming in the dimly lit chamber. Damian, however, moved with supernatural speed, dodging my attack effortlessly. My blade sliced through the air, missing the target by a hair's breadth.

Damian retaliated with a lightning-fast strike of his own, but I managed to parry the blow just in time, the clash of metal ringing through the chamber. We were the combatants dancing around each other, each seeking an opening in their opponent's defenses

My mind raced as I fought. I thought about my mom's medical bills, and the life I had built with Vincent. I couldn't let it all crumble because of Damian's diabolical plans.

"You can't win, human," Damian hissed, his voice dripping with venom as he continued to press my back with relentless attacks. "I've been at this for centuries. You're just a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of things."

I gritted my teeth, summoning all my strength and resolve. I couldn't afford to doubt myself now. With a powerful thrust, I managed to disarm Damian, sending the demon's sword clattering to the ground.

But Damian wasn't done. He raised his hand, and a dark energy began to swirl around him. I watched in horror as the room itself seemed to warp and twist, reality itself bending to Damian's will.

Desperation fueled my actions. I lunged at Damian once more, this time aiming for the heart. As my sword pierced Damian's chest, the demon let out a deafening scream, and the dark energy dissipated, leaving the chamber in an eerie silence.

I stepped back, watching black smoke coming out of Damian's chest. He managed to opened his wings and looked at me, "This isn't over Sidney."

I stood at the edge of a cliff; my eyes fixed on the darkened sky. A storm was brewing, both in the heavens and within me. The final battle with Damain Nightshade was fast approaching.

I managed to escape the battlefield after Damian left. I reached home and Vincent was there already. He was sitting in room, dark light.

"They will come for me," Vincent whispered.

"I know they will, but I will never let them succeed," I made a claim.

As I brooded in solitude, a sudden knock on the door startled him. I quickly composed myself and opened the door to find three unexpected visitors. These were no ordinary guests. They were demon slayers, distinguished by their battle-worn attire and the aura of unwavering determination that surrounded them.

The first demon slayer, a woman named Annabelle, spoke with a firm resolve. "Sidney Burton, we've been searching for you. We knew your father, a courageous demon slayer who dedicated his life to protecting humanity. When we saw you on television, we realized you needed our help."

I blinked in surprise. My father had always been a mystery, an enigmatic figure who had left me with more questions than answers. To hear that there were those who knew him and respected him was a revelation.

The second demon slayer, a man named Elijah, chimed in. "We've been fighting demons for years, but Captain Damian Nightshade is unlike any demon we've encountered. He's orchestrating something catastrophic, and you, Sidney, are at the center of it all."

Elijah continued, "Your unique connection to Vincent Nightshade, the demon, gives us an edge. We believe that together with Vincent by our side, we can confront Damian and put an end to his sinister plot."

My mind raced with conflicting emotions. The demon slayers before had known my father, and their intentions seemed noble. They were offering me the chance to protect not only me and Vincent but also the entire human realm from impending disaster.

Elijah added, "We've trained for this moment, Sidney. We're prepared to face the demons who serve Damian and put an end to their threat. With you by our side, we have a fighting chance."

With a determined nod, I accepted their offer. "I'm in. Let's put an end to Damian's plans and save our world."

"Then we need to leave now," Annabelle showed his phone.

A video of demon minions destroying the head church.

"But I just put a sword in Damian's chest," I said.

"That was an ordinary sword, come on. We will give you your father's weapon," Annabelle moved aside for me to step forward.

I turned back looked at Vincent. I didn't ask him to join. I didn't want him to fight against his brother. It was already enough for him.

Without much delay, I stepped forward.

"Let's go," I joined the demon slayers to put down Damian.

We reached the main church in no time, by the time we were there we saw no demon. Not a single demon, but the church was torn. The priest was on his knees outside the church.

"It's coming," The priest yelled. His eyes dark red, his forehead bleeding.

"Who?" Annabelle questioned.

The priest stepped forward; now dark black blood was coming out of his mouth.

"The end," the priest choked as he said these words. His eyes turned red. No pupils only red eyes.

I stood tall with my new companions, a motley crew of demon hunters. Each one bore their own scars from battles long fought, their eyes a mix of fear and determination.

I cleared my throat, my voice carrying a newfound confidence. "We stand here today, united against a common enemy—the demons that threaten our world. We are the last line of defense, and we will not falter.

The moonlight illuminated the determined faces of my allies.

Annabelle, a fierce warrior with a mane of fiery red hair and a heart full of courage. Then there was Elijah, the scholarly mage whose knowledge of demon lore was second to none. There was Isabella, a silent but deadly assassin who moved through the shadows like a ghost. "We've trained for this moment," I continued, his gaze unwavering. "We know their weaknesses, and we have the tools to defeat them. But we must remain vigilant, Damian will stop at nothing to see his dark plans through."

Annabelle stepped forward, her eyes ablaze with determination. "Sidney's right. We can't let these demons destroy our world. I've seen what they're capable of, and I won't let them harm innocent people. Elijah nodded in agreement. "We've studied their weaknesses, their vulnerabilities. With our combined knowledge and strength, we can prevail." Isabella remained silent but gave a subtle nod, her deadly skills ready to be unleashed. I felt a surge of pride in his newfound comrades.

Vincent, stepped out of the shadows. His eyes locked into mine and he spoke with a voice full of conviction. "I may have once been a part of their world, but I choose to stand with you now, Sidney. My loyalty is to you and to our mission.

As we prepared to march towards the battlefield where the fate of our world hung in the balance, Me and Vincent shared a brief, passionate kiss. It was a promise—a promise to fight side by side, to protect their home, and to overcome the demons that threatened to tear them apart.

We heard a sound of footsteps. We all turned back, deep inside we all knew who would have emerge from the ashes of the church.

"Ah, Vincent," Damian purred, his voice dripping with malevolence. "I see you've chosen your side. How touching."

Vincent clenched his sword, Exclusive, tighter, his resolve unwavering. "I choose love over darkness, Damian. I won't let you destroy the human realm."

Annabelle nodded; her heart filled with a steely resolve. "We stand united, Damian. Your reign of terror ends tonight."

"I thought I killed you all, but it was just Husdon," Damian laughed, "It was just Sidney's father then, poor Sidney."

The first clash was a symphony of steel meeting flesh. Annabelle's blade sang through the air, meeting the demon's ebony claws with a resounding clash. Sparks danced like fireflies, illuminating the grim battlefield. With every strike, Annabelle's movements were a blur of precision, a testament to his relentless training.

Damian, however, was no mere brute. He lunged forward with uncanny speed, evading my strikes with sinuous grace. Damian's attacks were ruthless, a whirlwind of deadly intent, each blow aimed with lethal precision. My reflexes were pushed to their limits, my body a whirlwind of evasive maneuvers and calculated strikes.

As the battle raged on, the moon overhead bore witness to the fierce struggle. Shadows danced in haunting rhythms, a silent chorus to the clash of steel and fang. Each moment seemed an eternity, the world reduced to the sound of my breath and the pulse of my heart.

With a surge of determination, I summoned the last reserves of my strength. I moved with a swiftness that seemed almost supernatural, closing the gap between us in a blur. My blade found its mark, piercing through the Damian's neck with a devastating strike.

Vincent got hold of Damian left hand, his other hand was held by Elijah. Annabelle killing all the demon minions with her sharp sword.

Everyone stopped and looked at me, "Cut of the head," Vincent shouted.

With every energy cell in my body, I pushed the sword vertical to cut the head of Damian.

One last scream, "Fuck humans," Damian's last words.

Time seemed to slow as the Damian dissipating into ash and shadow. I stood amidst the fading remnants of his vanquished foe, my chest heaving, my body battered and bruised.

The battleground fell silent, save for the whispering wind and the rhythmic beat of my heart. We had faced the darkness and emerged victorious, a beacon of light during shadows.

The echoes of the final battle had faded into the distance, leaving a stillness that seemed almost surreal. The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a gentle glow over the battlefield where love had triumphed over darkness.

Vincent Nightshade and I stood side by side, our hands intertwined, our hearts finally at peace. The demons that had threatened the human realm had been vanquished, and our love had emerged victorious.

As we gazed into each other's eyes, a sense of relief washed over us both. The weight of the world, the secret that had loomed over our relationship, was now gone. Vincent's loyalty to me and his commitment to our love had led him to make the ultimate choice, to stand with the side of good against his former brethren.

"Vincent," I whispered, my voice filled with gratitude, "I can't believe we made it through all of this together."

He smiled, his eyes shimmering with emotion. "Love conquers all, Sidney. I realized that my place was by your side, not with the demons who sought to destroy this world."

Our love story had been anything but conventional, filled with twists and turns that no one could have predicted. From the moment I caught him munching on raw meat to the revelation of his true demonic nature, our journey had been a rollercoaster of emotions.

We walked hand in hand, leaving the battlefield behind us, ready to face the future together. The demons may have been defeated, but our love story was just beginning.

And so, with a demon's biting claim and an unbreakable love, our story continued, filled with uncertainty and adventure, but also with the promise of a love that defied all odds—a love that would last for eternity. And we were ready to live our happily ever after, but the demons will never settle for this defeat.

There are many others like Damians who will try their best to conquer the earth, torture humans or take their so-called revenge on humans. But after this fight, we knew we were ready to face it all.

A demon slayer and his demon fiancé were ready to fight every evil to protect their world.

My Demon Fiancé

Chapter 1: The Engagement

I never imagined that my love story would begin with a medieval-themed wedding proposal, but that's precisely how Vincent Nightshade swept into my life. It all in the heart of Central Park, beneath the rustling canopy of golden leaves, as if the universe itself had conspired to set the stage for our unconventional romance.

Shakespeare's play and Lana del ray music, with angels setting the environment as if it all was meant to happen.

Life has a funny way of throwing curveballs at you, and for me, it came in the form of Vincent Nightshade, a man who embodied a unique blend of eccentricity and charm. Vincent was not your average Joe, not by a long shot. No, he was more like a character straight out of a fantastical storybook, and our love story was the most enchanting tale I could ever have imagined. Vincent, a name that gave me goosebumps of terrifying and butterflies in stomach for love. He had always been an enigmatic character. Tall and brooding, with a head of dark, unruly hair, he had an air of mystery about him that drew me in like a moth to a flame

The first day I met Vincent Nightshade was a day that defied all logic and reason. It was a day that set the wheels of destiny in motion, even if I didn't know it at the time.

An autumn morning, the leaves on the trees painted in shades of red and gold. I had just moved into my new apartment in the heart of the city, hoping for a fresh start. Little did I know just how fresh that start would be.

As I fumbled with the keys to my front door, trying to find the right one in a jingling mess, I heard a voice behind me. "Need some help there?"

I turned to find a man standing there, a stranger with a mischievous glint in his ever-shifting eyes.

"Uh, yeah," I stammered, finally managing to unlock the door. "Thanks."

He held out a hand, and I shook it, feeling a strange jolt of electricity shoot up my arm. "I'm Vincent," he said, his voice smooth as silk.

"Sidney," I replied, my mind still trying to process the encounter.

We chatted for a few minutes in the hallway, and it was as if time had stopped. Vincent had a way of making me feel like the center of the universe, like nothing else mattered but our conversation. It was both exhilarating and unnerving.

As we parted ways, he asked for my phone number, and without hesitation, I gave it to him. It was a decision that would change my life forever, even if I couldn't have known it then.

In the weeks that followed, Vincent and I grew closer. Our phone calls turned into late-night conversations, and our chance encounter in the hallway began to feel like fate. There was something undeniably magnetic about him, something that drew me in like a moth to a flame.

It was during our second date, a candlelit dinner at a charming Italian restaurant, that Vincent dropped the bombshell. With a glint in his emerald, green eyes that made my heart race, he confessed, "Sidney, there's something I need to tell you."

My mind raced through all the possible secrets he could be harboring - a criminal record, an underground fight club membership, or perhaps a secret fortune hidden in a Swiss bank account. Instead, he revealed something entirely unexpected.

"I'm a reenactor," he admitted, his voice tinged with hesitation.

"A reenactor?" I repeated, trying to process this new piece of information.

Vincent nodded solemnly. "Yes, I reenact medieval battles, you know, jousting, sword fights, the whole shebang."

At that moment, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. The image of my enigmatic, brooding date dressed in a suit of armor, brandishing a sword while charging at imaginary foes, was simply too absurd to ignore.

Vincent, however, didn't seem offended by my reaction. Instead, he joined in the laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm glad you find it amusing," he said, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "But there's more to it than just dressing up and playing make- believe. I take it very seriously."

And take it seriously, he did. Over the course of our relationship, I came to realize that Vincent's passion for medieval reenactment was not just a hobby; it was a way of life. He owned a dazzling array of swords, each with a unique history and purpose. He spent weekends at Renaissance Faires, perfecting his swordsmanship and immersing himself in a world that seemed torn from the pages of a history book.

But it wasn't just Vincent's penchant for all things medieval that made him unique. He had quirks that set him apart from anyone I had ever met. For one, he had an uncanny ability to move silently, as if he were a phantom gliding through the night. I'd often find myself startled by his sudden presence, even in the most crowded of places.

And then there was his peculiar dietary preference. I vividly remember the day I discovered Vincent in our kitchen, He was hunched over the kitchen island, his back to me, his broad shoulders bathed in moonlight. Clutched in his hands was a plastic bag that crinkled with every movement. I squinted, trying to make sense of the scene before me.

Vincent's jet-black hair was mussed, and his stance was tense, like a predator preparing to pounce. But it was the contents of the plastic bag that left me speechless. He was eating raw meat—chunks of it, with a fervor that defied logic.

My initial reaction was nothing short of comical. I gasped, my eyes widening in horror, and my hand flew to my mouth to stifle an involuntary scream. I must have resembled a character from a cheesy horror film, caught in the act of discovering something grotesque.

Vincent spun around, his eyes flashing in the moonlight, and a look of pure shock crossed his face as he realized he had an audience. In his hand, a piece of raw meat dangled precariously. "Vincent, what are you doing?" I exclaimed.

He looked up, his lips smeared with blood, and sheepishly replied, "Just having a quick snack, my love.

You know, for authenticity." If you'd asked me a year ago where I saw myself today, I certainly wouldn't have painted the picture of me, Sidney Burton, standing in the kitchen, staring incredulously at my fiancé Vincent Nightshade. He was, without a doubt, the most eccentric person I'd ever met, and yet, I couldn't imagine my life without him.

Authenticity, it seemed, was Vincent's guiding principle in everything he did. His commitment to his passions was unwavering, even if those passions were as eccentric as dining on raw meat or mastering the art of sword fighting in the 21st century. Then there was his uncanny ability to move stealthily. It defied explanation. Vincent had a sixth sense for not hearing footsteps. I'd tiptoe around the house, trying to surprise him, but he always sensed my presence before I could spring my surprise attack. It was as if he'd honed his senses to a supernatural level, and sometimes, it felt like I was living with a phantom.

Despite the oddities and the quirks, or perhaps because of them, I found myself falling in love with Vincent. He was unlike anyone I had ever met - a captivating blend of mystery, passion, and authenticity. Every moment with him was an adventure, and I couldn't imagine a life without him by my side.

One day, I was waiting for Vincent in the room. He didn't come out and my curiosity took over so I walked to the bathroom. The door was broken so it wasn't closed. I peeked in and I saw him with shorts all the way to his ankles and he was facing the toilet and jacking off. He looked back and I could see that he had a huge dick and a very sexy bubble ass.

I didn't know what to do so I pretended to wash my hands at the sink. Vincent turned around and began walking over to me with his dick in his hand. He walked up behind me and pressed his hard dick against my ass. He held my hips and began humping and grinding on my ass. I put my hands on the sink and let Vincent hump and grind my ass. I could feel my precum all over my legs.

Vincent stepped back and yanked my shorts down. I bent over and shoved my ass back. He came prepared with lube and Vincent lube me up and began slowly sliding his big dick in me. The pain was intense but the situation and pleasure I was feeling were much stronger. I barely whimpered. And while it was sliding in me, I came. I shot cum everywhere because as I started cuming Vincent began fucking me hard. His hands were on my hip and he pushed his dick more and more inside. I could feel his warm dick, it was so huge. I turned my face so I could see if he's enjoying, Vincent kissed me.

"You won't mind if I cum inside your mouth," Vincent said in hard voice.

He pulled out from my ass, and I sat on my knees. His big dick, I kissed his dick first. It was the first time I was going to suck on a dick so I grabbed his dick. I put my tongue on his dick and licked it all over. I licked his ball which gave him a shiver. I put his dick in my mouth, no matter how much I was trying it was too huge to fit whole in my mouth.

I started sucking, with no time our relationship went from ground to the moon. I was now giving a blowjob to Vincent. His hands were on my face and his dick, it tasted sweet. I couldn't stop sucking, every time he pushed it more inside my mouth I moved my tongue in front to taste his precum.

He came inside my mouth, as he pulled out his dick from my mouth. He was still cumming, he dropped some semen on my face. It was so warm; I moved my tongue around lips to eat it all.

As I walked back to the room, I was still semi-hard, and I could feel his cum inside my mouth.

It was the first time; Vincent and I had sex. But there was more to our story than just swords and raw meat. Behind the scenes, a heavy burden weighed on my shoulders—the ever-increasing pile of medical bills that came with my mother's illness. My mother, my rock, had been battling a relentless illness that had drained her both physically and financially. Her medical treatments were a never-ending cycle of doctor's appointments, hospital stays, and medication regimens. The bills, like vultures circling a wounded animal, threatened to consume any semblance of financial stability my family had left.

The soft hum of the hospital machinery filled the small room as I sat bedside mother, my fingers intertwined with hers. Tubes and monitors surrounded her, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. It had been a tough few weeks, and the strain was etched on my face. My mother, Eleanor Burton, lay there, her once-vibrant eyes now dulled by pain and illness.

Mother had always been the anchor of my life. She had raised me as a single mother, working tirelessly to provide and give me the best she could. Her love had been unwavering, her support unyielding, and I had always admired her strength.

"Sidney, my dear," she rasped, her voice a mere whisper, "how's my brave knight doing today?"

I forced a smile, trying to mask the ache that gnawed at my heart. "I'm holding up, Mom. And how about you? How are you feeling?"

She mustered a feeble chuckle. "Oh, you know me, always a fighter. But enough about this old woman. How's Vincent? Have you two set a date yet?"

The mention of Vincent sent a jolt through me.

"Not yet, Mom," I replied, my voice tight. "We're taking our time, making sure everything's just right."

Her eyes softened, and she reached out a trembling hand, placing it on mine. "My dear, don't let time slip away. Happiness is a precious thing, and you deserve every bit of it."

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. She had sacrificed so much for me, and now, as she lay here, frail, all I wanted was to give her the best treatment possible.

"I promise, Mom," I whispered, "I'll make sure we find that happiness."

Her hand tightened around mine, a silent plea for assurance. I nodded, determined to keep that promise, even if it meant facing the unimaginable.

As the hours ticked away, I sat by her side, imagining about Vincent. I spoke of his quirks, his unwavering support, and the way he made me feel like I was the center of his universe. It was a bittersweet solace, knowing that, for now.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room, her condition was becoming critical, now it was hard for her to breath. I held her hand, my heart pounding with a mixture of sorrow and determination.

"Rest now, Mom," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "I'll be right here with you."

I was walking towards the doctor's room, and I heard Vincent's voice.

"Sidney," Vincent began softly, his deep voice carrying a soothing quality, "I couldn't help but notice you're struggling with the bills. Is there anything I can do to help?"

I blinked in surprise, the offer catching me off guard. "No, Vincent. I don't want to burden with you with anything."

Vincent took a step closer, his hand gently resting on my shoulder. "I know you don't like feeling indebted, but Sidney, your mother's health is the most important thing right now. I can help ease the burden, and it won't be a problem for me."

My eyes welled up with gratitude. Vincent had been offering support and comfort in ways that transcended the boundaries of a typical guy you date. "Vincent, I don't know what I'd do without you. Your kindness means the world to us."

Vincent's fingers brushed against my cheek, wiping away an errant tear. "I care for you and your mother deeply, Sidney. I want to make sure she gets the best care possible. You mean the world to me too."

As I looked into Vincent's eyes, I couldn't help but wonder about the enigmatic man who had entered my life.

As the months passed, our love deepened, and it became clear that we were meant to be together. Fate, it seemed, had other plans for us, plans that would push our relationship to the next level. Plans that involved a medieval-themed wedding proposal in the heart of Central Park.

That fateful evening, under the golden canopy of autumn leaves, Vincent dropped to one knee, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. He held out a custom-made sword, its hilt adorned with intricate designs, and said, "Sidney Burton, will you be my partner in this grand adventure called life?"

It was a proposal unlike any other, a declaration of love as unique and captivating as the man who stood before me. And as I gazed into Vincent's eyes, I knew that I was about to embark on the most extraordinary journey of my life. With a heart full of love and a touch of medieval magic, I said, "Yes, Vincent. Yes, a thousand times yes."

As I gazed at Vincent, who had just finished his impromptu raw meat snack and was now twirling a sword absentmindedly, I knew that our journey was far from ordinary. It was an adventure filled with love, eccentricity, and a commitment forged in the fires of necessity. And I was ready to embrace it all, because, after all, love had a way of making even the quirkiest of knight's shine like stars in the night sky.

Little did I know that our engagement was just the beginning of a love story that would defy convention and take us on a rollercoaster ride through a world where knights and dragons, swords, and shields, were not just tales of yore, but living, breathing realities. Vincent Nightshade had become my knight in shining armour, and I was ready to face whatever adventures the future held, even if it meant embracing the quirkiest, most enchanting love story of all time.

Chapter 2: Demonic Revelation

The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds, each one a heartbeat of anticipation. My life was already a chaotic whirlwind, but it was about to get a whole lot crazier. You know the saying, "When it rains, it pours"? Well, it was pouring cats and dogs on my parade, and it wasn't even a parade worth attending in the first place.

It was a brisk evening, the kind where the leaves painted the streets in shades of golden yellow. Vincent and I had just returned from an extravagant dinner at La Petite Mort, a fancy French restaurant he insisted on trying. I'd always been more of a burger-and-fries kind of guy, but since my engagement to the Vincent who had a penchant for raw meat, my palate had expanded to encompass all sorts of culinary adventures.

We stepped into our cozy apartment, and I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of contentment and unease. Vincent's deep crimson eyes glistened in the dim light, his usual mysterious aura intensified by the candlelit atmosphere. He had an unreadable expression on his face, and for the first time in months, I couldn't decipher his thoughts.

"Is everything okay, Vincent?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

He sighed and looked at me, his eyes shifting between various shades of red and gold. "Sidney, we need to talk."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. That phrase, "we need to talk," had always been a harbinger of doom in my past relationships. And with everything that was already unconventional about my current engagement, what could possibly make it even more bizarre?

Vincent took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts. "Sidney, there's something about me that I haven't told you. Something that I should have disclosed from the beginning."

My mind raced with possibilities, each one more ludicrous than the last. Maybe he was secretly a taxidermist who collected rare birds. Or perhaps he had an embarrassing past as a professional clown. I braced myself for the unexpected revelation.

"I'm not exactly what I appear to be," Vincent continued, his voice tinged with a mixture of guilt and resignation. "I'm not human, Sidney. I'm a demon."

I blinked, my brain struggling to process the information. A demon? Like, horns, tail, and all that jazz? It couldn't be true. Vincent Nightshade, the man who had charmed his way into my heart with his eccentricity and enigmatic charm, a demon?

I must have looked like a fish out of water, gaping at him with wide eyes. "You're joking, right? This has to be some sort of bizarre, twisted joke."

Vincent shook his head, his expression filled with regret. "I wish it were, Sidney. But it's the truth. I've been sent here to carry out a mission on behalf of my kind. We demons have plans for the human world, and I've been tasked with gathering information."

My heart sank as his words washed over me. This wasn't a joke, and it wasn't some quirky revelation. It was a bombshell that threatened to shatter the fragile foundation of our relationship. The man I had fallen head over heels for was a demon with a secret agenda.

"But... but you can't be all bad, right?" I stammered, desperately grasping at straws. "You've been so kind and caring, and you even took care of my mom's medical bills."

Vincent's face contorted with conflicting emotions. "Sidney, demons are complex beings. We're not entirely evil, but our loyalty to our kind comes first. My feelings for you are real, but I can't deny my nature and my mission."

Vincent's gaze never wavered, his eyes searching mine for a reaction. I met his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest, and yet, an odd sense of calm settled over me. Maybe it was the shock, or perhaps it was the sheer absurdity of the situation, but I found myself accepting this revelation with a surprising level of equanimity.

I watched in a mixture of awe and disbelief. My fiancé, the man I loved, was a demon. It should have been impossible, inconceivable, but there he stood before me, his true form laid bare.

I felt a lump forming in my throat as the weight of his confession settled in. The man I loved was torn between two worlds, and I was caught in the crossfire.

"What does this mean for us, Vincent?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

Vincent reached out to cup my face with his cold, pale hand. "I don't know, Sidney. But I promise you this—I'll do everything in my power to protect you.

As his lips met mine in a bittersweet kiss, I couldn't help but wonder if love could truly conquer all, even the darkness that lurked within the man I had vowed to marry.

It was the best kiss, I've had kissed before, but this kiss was different. It felt like the whole universe wanted us to be together. I was born for this; I was born to kiss Vincent. To feel what true love is; and what a man can do for another man.

His lips slowly leaving mine and Vincent said, "I understand if this is too much, Sidney. If you want to leave, I won't stop you."

Leave? The thought hadn't even crossed my mind. My love for Vincent ran deeper than any physical form. I reached out, placing my hand on his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said, my voice steady. "You're still the man I fell in love with, Vincent Nightshade, demon or not."

Relief flickered in his eyes, a vulnerability that seemed out of place in the face of his demonic presence. "Sidney, you have no idea what this means to me."

He grabbed my butt and lifted me; it would be a lie if I say I was not afraid. I love Vincent but I had never let a demon made love to me.

"Here or in the room?" Vincent asked.

"I prefer room but," before I could complete the sentence he had me on his shoulders and pressing my butt cheeks. "The room," He shouted excitedly.

He slowly lifted me down until our lips were touching. My legs were hanging through his waist and he was kissing me like boy taste's his favorite ice cream after being grounded for years.

Suddenly, he stopped the kissing. "Sidney, you're the perfect man for me," he said in a tone which took a special place in my heart.

I started undressing him, I wanted to feel his warm body touching mine. He pushed me to the mattress, and jumped on me.

"I wish I could stop the time, right now," Vincent said. I laughed and kissed him.

A cringe but sexiest thought entered my mind; do demon have the same size and shape as humans? I know it's cringe but I had never fallen for a demon before.

It wasn't long enough for me to find the answer for that, we had the best sex. Maybe it was the best because we both loved each other so much that we were trying to show our love to each other in every possible way.

We were laying on the bed, two souls bound by something far greater than the realms that separated us. It was a moment of acceptance, a bridge forged between the human and the supernatural. As I looked on Vincent, sleeping like a normal human being. I started to think of what is actually going to happen now. My fiancé is a demon, and the world as I knew it had changed forever. But here, in his arms, I found an inexplicable sense of comfort, as if fate had bound us together for a reason.

As the hours ticked away, I couldn't help but wonder how I would navigate this new reality. I had fallen in love with a demon, and now, I would need to find the strength to face the challenges that lay ahead. The fate of the human realm and the love between Vincent and me hung in the balance, and I was determined to find a way to protect both.

Little did I know that the journey ahead would test the depths of our love and lead us into a world of darkness and danger, the likes of which I could never have imagined.

Chapter 3: Nights are Strange

The revelation had cast a shadow over our once-idyllic life. Vincent's secret, his true nature as a demon, hung between us but love and respect in each other heart was more than it was ever before. We were open to each other, sharing everything. Vincent was surprised that I didn't react the way he imaged. He was happy that I see him in the same way, or maybe in more romantic way. It was all fine for me until, another mysterious door opened. A fact that I didn't notice, or maybe I was so much in love with Vincent that him being a demon was normal for me that I didn't give a thought about what's his purpose.

Nights were the strangest of all. Vincent rarely stayed home after dusk. He'd leave, disappearing into the inky blackness, his eyes gleaming with an eerie intensity. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was up to something, something far more dangerous than just a midnight stroll.

Curiosity, mixed with equal parts fear and determination. So the day came in which I finally decided to follow him one night. As I trailed him through the winding streets, I couldn't help but feel like a character in a supernatural thriller, tiptoeing through a world I had no business being a part of.

Vincent moved with a predatory grace, his steps purposeful and sure. It was a side of him I'd never witnessed before, and it sent shivers down my spine. I watched from the shadows as he approached a lone figure on the deserted street, his presence cloaked in a subtle, otherworldly energy.

My heart pounded in my chest, fear and disbelief warring within me.

What was he doing? Who was he meeting? And why did it feel like the world had suddenly become a far more dangerous place?

As I observed from my hiding spot, Vincent's actions became clear. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, watching Vincent with a mixture of terror and disbelief. It was a scene straight out of a nightmare, a nightmare I never wanted to believe was true.

There he was Vincent Nightshade hovering over a helpless human. His eyes, once filled with the warmth I'd fallen for, were now cold and devoid of any humanity. In one hand, he held a wicked-looking blade, curved and glinting in the moonlight. In the other, he had the unfortunate victim pinned to the cold, damp brick wall.

My mind raced, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. This couldn't be real. Vincent couldn't be doing this. He was my love, my knight in shining armor, not a merciless killer.

But the evidence before me was undeniable. Vincent was torturing the poor soul, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he reveled in the suffering he was causing. The victim's screams echoed through the night, chilling me to the bone. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. Fear rooted me to the spot, and the reality of the situation crashed down upon me like a tidal wave. Vincent was not what he seemed. He was a monster, a demon, capable of unspeakable cruelty.

Vincent's secret had unveiled a world I never knew existed, a world of darkness and danger. And now, I was faced with a choice. Could I continue down this path, standing by a man whose actions I couldn't condone? Or was it time to take a stand, even if it meant confronting the demon I loved and risking everything? The answers were uncertain, but one thing was clear – I couldn't turn a blind eye to the darkness that lurked in Vincent's heart.

I couldn't sleep the whole night, wondering if Vincent is truly an evil or is it just one of a demon trait. It was 8'o clock in the morning when Vincent came back. He was sweating, his top half wet, holding a bottle of water.

"What woke you up so early?" He asked. It was like he wasn't aware that I followed him.

"Vincent, I followed you today and saw that you're a threat to unharmful human being," I replied in breaking voice.

Vincent took a step closer, and I couldn't help but take a step back. "I had my reasons," he said cryptically. "But I promise, Sidney, I've never lied to you about my feelings for you. I love you."

My heart ached at those words, and I wanted to believe him, but everything had changed.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "Vincent you nearly killed that poor man."

Vincent's expression darkened, and for a moment, I saw a glimpse of the demon beneath the handsome facade. "It's complicated," he replied evasively.

"Complicated doesn't cut it," I shot back, my fear giving way to determination. "Vincent, we promised to share everything. What are you involved in? What does it have to do with the human world?"

He sighed, and for a moment, he looked vulnerable, like the weight of his secrets was finally catching up to him. "I can't tell you everything right now," he said, his voice low and filled with regret. "But I promise, I'll explain everything soon. Just trust me a little while longer."

Trust. It was a fragile thing now, hanging in the balance between love and deception. I didn't know what Vincent's true intentions were, but one thing was clear – I needed to find out the truth, no matter where it led.

Chapter 4: One last secret

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across our cozy living room. Vincent and I had spent the entire day together, an unusual occurrence since his revelation as a demon. His motives remained enigmatic, but he seemed determined to share more about his world with me.

We sat on the couch, surrounded by an array of ancient books and scrolls that he'd collected over the years. Among them was a weathered tome written in Latin, its pages filled with cryptic symbols and incantations. Vincent had been guiding me through the text, translating it bit by bit, as if unraveling the mysteries of his own existence.

"This book," he began, his voice low and measured, "explains why demons are against humans."

I glanced at the pages, the Latin phrases like a foreign code. "Why? What could demons have against humans?"

Vincent leaned closer, his eyes locked onto mine. "It's not about hatred, Sidney. It's about survival. You see, demons and humans were once intertwined, sharing a fragile balance between our worlds. But over the centuries, humans have grown stronger, and their numbers have multiplied. As a result, our realm, the demon world, has weakened."

I listened intently as Vincent explained the delicate equilibrium between the realms. He spoke of energy, the life force that humans generated, and how it sustained both worlds. However, the power had shifted, tipping the scales in favor of the human realm.

"Demons require energy to thrive," Vincent continued. "And when the balance is disrupted, it threatens our very existence. The demon king believes that by weakening the human realm, we can restore the equilibrium."

I furrowed my brow, trying to comprehend the complexity of the situation. It was a precarious dance between two worlds, one that could result in catastrophe. "But weakening the human realm, what does that mean exactly?"

Vincent sighed, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "It means creating chaos, sowing discord, and draining the life force from humans."

The air in the room hung heavy with tension as Vincent's confession lingered like a malevolent spirit. I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. The man I loved, the one I'd planned to spend my life with, had just revealed a horrifying truth.

"You... you want to destroy the whole human race?" I stammered, my voice trembling with disbelief.

He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair in frustration. "It's not something I want to do, Sidney. You have to understand; I'm bound by duty. I'm second-in-command to Captain Damian Nightshade, and he serves the Demon King. I was sent here to find a spell, a spell that can weaken the human body and soul. Once we have that, the demons will launch their attack."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was like something out of a nightmare. "But why? Why do they want to destroy humanity?"

Vincent's eyes met mine, and there was a hint of sadness in them. "It's a long-standing vendetta, a desire for revenge that has festered for centuries. The demons believe that humans wronged them in the past, and now they want to repay that debt in blood."

I felt a cold chill run down my spine. This was beyond anything I could have imagined. My love for Vincent was in direct conflict with my love for humanity, for my family, for the world I'd grown up in. I couldn't stand by and let this plan unfold, no matter how much I cared for him.

"I can't leave you," Vincent shouted. Stepping closer to me.

I was scared of him but my love for him was more than anything, he's still my safest place on earth no matter what his nature is, "No one has to leave anyone Vincent," I replied giving him a smile.

He pulled me close to him and hold my waist with his both hands.

"You know I love you Vincent," I said.

I kissed him and by the moment of his lips and fear in his eyes I could easily tell he wasn't kissing me back.

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