Observations From A Demon’s Wife - Love Has A Tang To It…
“There’s always a bit of malice behind the bite to punctuate ownership, because a demon doesn’t understand self-pity and jealousy. Even if you’re adorned with a ring, a collar, or something else, they will always ache to prove you’re their’s. Mephisto is no exception to that dark folklore, in fact. His ache stems from the center of his gut as his mind flits back and forth between the what-ifs of possession, obsession, and his interpretation of love. His love for me leaves his mind wrought with something foreign to many demons. Fear.
You should know though, coming from a veteran demon lover that sometimes, these moments of irrationality come without warning. You’ll bask in the afterglow of a night out by standing in the mirror and swaying together to a romantic lullaby, but despite your attempts to keep them placated, they’ll interpret even the smallest smile from the wait staff as a slight. All you’ll experience is the senses in their most primal notes like corrupted wine.
Hear the guttural crunch of your skin being punctured. Feel the warmth of your sanguine life force unraveling like ribbon down your body. Smell the copper tang of the heme in your blood. Taste the effervescent backwash of demonic venom as it courses through your veins. And see the fleck of imagined betrayal behind their eyes. And you’ll pity them. Why? Because you are painfully human, and they’re acting entirely and predictively human too. The most wounded and dangerous ego is that of a small god. Always remember that when you feel your consciousness slip as they hold your limp body up and drain you a little…”
A little excerpt before I create beautiful art to accompany it 💖 Ah, I cannot get the image out of my head. I hope I can translate it onto my tablet.
Bleed for me, mi corazón.