Chapter 3 - Chapter 3: The demon

Her eyes remained open, watching the demon as he crouched beside her, lying on her back in the grass. She had only a few seconds to grasp what had happened. Even though her heart had been fatally wounded and her chest beat faster with each passing moment, her face was serene; it showed no anger at the demon's betrayal and deceit. Nor sadness because her life was fading away...

Nor fear as the demon opened his jaws to devour her.

With an incomprehensible peace as she exhaled her final breath. Even in death, the beautiful light of her form—her pale skin mixed with the red of her blood and the white of her clothes—did not completely extinguish.

The demon smiled as he watched life slip away from her body, watching the light vanish from her eyes. He leaned over her, and, in a gesture of macabre satisfaction, took her arm in his hands and tore off a piece of flesh with his teeth. However, after chewing it, he realized that the taste did not please him.

The angel's flesh was so pure and free of malice that its flavor was unbearable to him, repulsing him from continuing to eat it. It was unlike the animals he was used to devouring. The taste was so unpleasant that he spat the piece of flesh from his mouth with disdain.

Uninterested and frustrated by the experience, the demon stood up, leaving the lifeless body of the woman there, lying on the ground. Without looking back, he decided to walk away from the place, his mind already searching for new prey and hidden pleasures.

Later, as the demon wandered through the forest, he heard the sound of water flowing. Following the source of the sound, the demon came upon a small lake with a waterfall. He entered the water, his semi-naked body covered only by the old, tattered skins of his torn pants.

While he was bathing, he suddenly sensed someone watching him. A distinct scent had triggered his instincts, prompting him to turn toward the dark forest. There, where the tall grass and underbrush obscured the view, but to the eyes of a demon were like looking through clear glass.

A woman appeared there. It was the angel he had killed earlier. She approached the source of the sound of water falling from the waterfall, just like the demon had. She bent down at the edge of the small lake to drink and refresh herself.

As she did so, she removed her bloodstained clothes and waded into the water to bathe. The demon, hidden among the shadows, watched her from a distance, but she sensed his presence and looked him directly in the eyes.

How could she be alive? This was the question plaguing the demon. Shocked by the inexplicable situation, he shouted at her angrily, ordering her to leave.

His anger was drawn towards the woman.

However, when their eyes met again, the demon realized something even more incomprehensible.

His surprise was evident, but the angel, instead of showing fear or rejection, smiled at him with joy, as if she were genuinely happy to see him once more.

The demon couldn't understand it. Why was she happy? It was then that he noticed something he had overlooked before: a halo softly glowed above her head, radiating a warm and steady light.

The angel, meanwhile, continued to bathe, her movements calm and relaxed, despite the presence of the one who had killed her. Her naked body was inexplicably beautiful and graceful. Without any malice, she addressed the demon with curiosity in her voice. "Why did you do it?" she asked softly, referring to the moment he had stabbed her heart.

The demon, still confused by everything that was happening, simply replied, "I was hungry." His response was direct and sincere. He didn't expect any understanding from the woman, but her answer only bewildered him more.

"I understand," the angel said in a calm voice, free of judgment. "If you ever feel hungry again, if your life is in danger, you can devour me again if you wish."

The demon didn't know what to say. He had spent his entire life struggling to survive, always putting his life at risk, always defending himself with the little he had. He had never met anyone who cared for him, let alone someone willing to offer themselves so selflessly. This compassion, this kindness, deeply unsettled him. He didn't know how to process these emotions.

But there was something that drew him in. There was something in that woman's beautiful figure that he couldn't look away from. The demon felt an inescapable desire for her. An attraction that arose from the most primal need of any living being.

It was then, driven by a mix of frustration, confusion, and primal desire, that the demon approached the angel, took her by the arms, and without another thought in his mind, forced her in that lake. It wasn't an act of love or connection, but of dominance and pleasure. In his world, where strength and power were the only laws, this was the only way he knew to express himself.

His lust was drawn towards the woman.

When it was over, the angel looked at him with a mix of innocence and curiosity. "What's wrong with you?" she asked, as if she didn't fully understand his motives.

The demon, lacking any subtlety or deep understanding of human emotions, replied thoughtlessly, "I felt like it." His words were blunt, without remorse.

The woman was blushing from what had happened, so she asked with genuine interest, "So... do you want to start a family with me? And have children?" For her, the physical union was a symbol of something greater, something not limited to mere desire or need, but to love and the creation of a shared life.

The demon, bewildered by this question, responded honestly, "I don't know what a family is, nor do I know what it means to have children." For him, these were foreign ideas, concepts he had never heard of before.