Angel remember on Saturday night… Or was it on Sunday morning…
Well, doesn’t matter. Do you remember when I fought with the demon?
The last time that happened, I saw him.
It was the first time I observed a demon from so close.
I saw the evil smile on his face when he saw me.
He thought he hit a gold vein, because I was vulnerable.
I saw the lust in his eyes, the lust for a new soul and a new body to conquer.
I saw the sparks jumping out of his eyes when he thought he could have me.
He was handsome somehow. Even though I knew he was all rotten, he looked you know… charming… in a way.
I suppose that is how he does his deals with humans. He charms them and then he takes over them.
I refused to listen to him.
And I felt good while drowning him.
I enjoyed shrinking his rotten body.
I felt so powerful when I sent him away with all that brilliant light.
I felt so strong when I saw his eyes become empty.
Only shadows were left in there.
I could smell… that oh so strange smell like something was burning.
Like sulphur and methane and smoke from something I did not recognize.
But the best part really, was that the sparks where coming out of my very own eyes.
I charmed him…
I made him think I was his victim but he became mine instead…
I killed him once. He has died many times though but this one he will remember!
Drowning in light and love leaves you a mark.
And when you are a demon, it leaves you eternal scars.
He might come back for me angel.
I know you will be there too.
But the final hit on him.
The brightest light of all…
Always comes from my very soul.
I will be ready for his next attack.
I will be prepared.
And that fight will be mine…