Demon heart

"Was that not your mission?"

Thraul's face was blank as he held onto the cold and lifeless body of the human girl, cradling her corpse gently in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder and her eyes long since closed. He knew. He knew that it had been his mission to kill her. To follow her in her life, and to snuff out her life in the very moment it reached its peak of joy, so as to make the world that much darker and colder by stealing away her brightness and warmth. He had even stepped in when it was necessary to make her life brighter, just for the express purpose of making her death that much more painful on the world.

But it had become painful for him as well. He had been forged in the pits of hell as a demon, born for destruction and the spread of chaos, and yet being the presence of this woman had born in him a heart which he had never been intended to have. Seeing her grow, and the love and kindness that she gave to people, made him long to be on the receiving end of her smile. It was almost physically painful, these feelings, and he couldn't entirely understand why. He barely understood them to begin with. But as he watched her, and listened to her words, and the words of those around him, he began to slowly understand. Though it had been a difficult thing to learn.

"It was," Thraul replied. "But things happened out there in the human world, Drasin. Things the Maker did not account for. Things that should not have been possible. But they happened."

"You did not fall in love with the girl." There was anger in Drasin's voice as he spoke the words as though they were undeniable fact. And well they should have been. But Thraul could not deny the pain in his empty chest. The void that had been made when the poison had drained the girl's life away in an instant, laced in her food by his own hands. "You are a demon, Thraul. Born to kill. Born for corruption. I will not let your body be tainted by such silly things as emotions."

Thraul glared at his once friend, angered by his statement. "And what will you do about it?" he demanded. "If the Maker himself could not prevent me from loving this woman, what makes you think that you can? You are not stronger than I am, Drasin. Were we to fight, we both know who would win."

"I will tear out your so called 'heart' from your chest and crush it before your eyes."

"You will try, Drasin. And you will fail."