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He crawled pitifully across the strewn ground. He wasn't hurt, but he felt like he was. He carried the body of an inert man with him, he didn't know exactly where to take him but he just wanted to get out of there. Find a refuge and be able to heal him, see him open his eyes and run away with him far, far away.
Black tears ran down his cheeks, as dark as his soul but just as true as those of the purest being in the world. His demonic condition never allowed him to feel that pain, and now it involved him thousand fold. His demon soul was living what a human would call despair.
The demon ended up on the ground, his knees could no longer bear so much pressure. He hugged the man's body and stroked his face with a trembling hand.
"Please... p-please come back with me..." he murmured, his voice cracking. The dark drops fell on the man's face, mixing with the red ones that fell from his head.
Long white fingers caressed the gleaming armour, running through the embossed silver details. What a beautiful outfit, for his beautiful knight.
"Please..." he pleaded again, hugging him tighter and kissing his forehead repeatedly. His man's skin was always warm, and now it was freezing.
The demon knew thousands of enchantments, many of them full of dark magic, but he couldn't find any to make his loved one's eyes reopen full of life. There was nothing to do. Not even the one who is the most powerful creature that exists, could do something for him.
His loved one was gone. They had killed him.
He relised a broken cry, which spread throughout the forest, and his tears accompanied his hand, grasping his black sword, nailing it to his chest. He felt no pain, he was a demon and he couldn't die. At least, not so easily. Not so humanely.
Angry, the demon took out the clean weapon and nailed it straight to the ground. Nothing worked. He couldn't revive his loved one or go with him. The demon was cursed by his own existence.
He leaned on the hilt of his sword, defeated. His tears camouflaged on the ebony-colored blade. A demon didn't die, but he could choose to no longer exist in that world. And he knew he couldn't continue without him, without his knight, without his lover, so it was the only solution he got.
His eyes closed, his body stopped moving but not hugging the man in his arms. His skin went smooth, his tears dried. His muscles tensed and his soul went limp. He had become a perfect statue, one without expression, one white as his lover's armor. One, from which he never intended to escape.
The demon fell asleep for eternity, for a world where his loyal knight didn't exist wasn't worthy to wake up to.