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You lay against her chest, expecting the soft thrum of her heart. A mark of the living. But you don’t find anything. You gasp in shock, frantically pulling away, but your beautiful beloved- whom you thought you knew- is surprisingly calm. She smiles a morbid smile, and her usually dull canines are surprisingly sharp. She leans forward, bringing you into a soft, cold, kiss, trailing kisses down your fragile neck until-
She bites.
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She was beautiful, swathed in light and gold like the angels of legend. You could never touch her, she could barely hear you speak, but your love burned brighter for her every day you talked, every moment you thought of her your unbeating, cold dead heart would pulse faster. An angel could never love a demon, so you cast yourself forever away from her stunning light, weeping, and remembering for the first time in millennia you could feel emotion. She mourned your loss, forsaking her God and falling down, down, down, down towards you. She didn’t care that forever she shall suffer in hell, for being away from you in Heaven was torture enough. She tangled her fingers into your hair, and you, a demon, found you could love for the first time.
Her ivory coloured teeth drip blood, illuminated in the moonlight. It’s terrifying and absolutely inhuman, but you love her despite everything. You shudder under her touch, her claws grazing the flesh of your neck, face, chest. She’s grotesque in the best possible way, and she loves you, the way only a true monster can. Her form is beastly, but her flaws don’t take away the appeal. You kiss her, a werewolf, in the middle of a full moon. Even now, she is gentle.
