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He is light.
I am darkness.
He is joy.
I am unfeeling.
He is warmth.
I am cold.
He is beautiful.
And I am foul.
But despite all these things, he still claims to love me. Everyday he aims to make me laugh and smile despite my constant dismissals.
Whenever we go to battle his first instinct is to make sure that I'm safe, too often putting himself in unnecessary danger that I want him to stay far away from.
When I am alone he comes to me in hopes of being allowed to keep me company. Too often I push him away.
Yet he continues to love me and continues to try to grow closer.
He just doesn't understand how bad I am for him.
I push him away, but he comes back. So I spit venomous words at him but he ignores it. I zap him with my powers and threaten his very existence, but no matter what I say or do he doesn't care. He continues on as though nothing was said or done, as though one day I'll change and finally let him in.
But that will never happen. It can never happen. Because as my mother can testify, nothing good comes of being with a demon.
And as horribly ironic as it is, the true reason why I will keep pushing him away, is because I love him too. I love him so strongly that it is almost unbearable to be in his presence. And because I love him, I will stay away. I will continue to distance myself and push him away for as long as it takes for him to finally move on to someone more worthy of him and his light.
Because as a demon, I can never be with him. My darkness will only extinguish his light.