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Evening Dancer
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I... I guess you're right.
I wait, then head upt the stairs, taking off the ring and placing it on the banister on the landing.
I open the door and walk inside. It is dark, and I cannot see anything.
"Danny died when his father did."
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The door shuts behind me, placing me in darkness.
"A demon in a soulstone is... desperate. Alone. Hungry. I called out to the child, then merely twelve years of age. He grasped the stone, and... I ate the whole of his soul. But before he passed, he asked of me one thing. He told me... he told me he didn't want to make a specific person sad when he passed away. So I took his memories, his mannerisms... and made them a part of myself. His body was mine to mold, so I kept his eyes, his voice, his body, and let it work as a mortal's. I remained hidden, just below the surface, as Danny continued to 'live'."
No...
"It worked perfectly. No one noticed. I found myself enjoying the existance, the peaceful life the boy lived... and one person in specific, the one whom I started the very charade for. I found myself, a demon, very nearly equaling a Lord in power... falling in love with a mortal woman. But I knew it was not something I could have, for once she saw my form... she would run."
The lights flicker on, and... something... hangs from a window, looking at me with intense, empty eyes.
"Will you run, Rosie?" he asks.
I step forth, and gently touch the sandlike skin of his huge arm.
"Are you afraid?"
"Yes... Yes, I am very, very afraid... A monster stands before me." I feel myself shake, Feel the tears run down my cheeks.
The arms encircle me, huge, strong, and gentle.
"I am sorry." it rumbles. "I am sorry."
The apologies don't make it hurt any less.
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