I kissed her.
I kissed a human.
I kissed Mia.
I don't know what's going on with me. I was so pissed that she defied me and talked back.
Why did she?
I hate her, I hated how her deep pools of brown shine when she is smiling, I hate her laugh, the sound wasn't settling for me.
I fucking hate her.
That kiss was like a breath of fresh air for me. The feel of those lips against mine, the sweet smell of me lingers in the sea flowing cheshnut hair of hers.
I felt like lava poured down my chest as she kisses me back. The feeling unknown to me sparks and flutters around inside my chest. I don't know that feeling is it my rage building up?
Was I enraged by the touches and stings from her long nails embedding the back my neck flesh to where it almost bled.
I felt another member of me expand a bit thinking of the moment we had.
I told all she needs to know for now. She didn't need to know what I know.
The first time I met her when she ran her small body in mine, I saw her eyes and they were the most beautiful eyes I've seen. Her face so feminine and sweet, innocent in the eyes. I felt so much hatred for those features that it became overbearing for me.
Unknown feeling to my chest when she talked for the first time to me sent shivers down my spine.
Then it clicked.
Later that day I took one of my books with me from my brothers and I apartment.
I read up and I couldn't find nothing until one term stuck to me.
But it couldn't be, could it?
I'm a demon, a sin. A creation from the Devil himself.
I knew for sure, once that first kiss I had with Mia- well Helen from Mia's lips everything came crashing down like a bullet to my chest.
Mia's soul screamed for me.
Something about her leaving me, madden's me to no end. Wrath peeked out when she first said 'no' to me. I felt vulnerable and hated it because she made me feel that way. And I never feel that way. Till now.
If I go back to release her that would mean I would have to choose.
My father's deal.
To stay in the human world and never come back. Or to stay here, home and never return to the human world after returning all the souls that escaped.
Part of me didn't want her to go.
I'll be damned if I let her go.
Imagining her leaving me, felt like melting lava down my body, shaking with anger, mind filled with hate, and mouth laced with venom.
She. Is. Mine.