Damien, that was the Demon Kings name. Very few people knew it. And no one knew him. He was a cruel, sadistic creature of darkness...a broken and twisted soul with no one. He paced in his room, his long white hair was messy and disheveled. He was breathing heavily, almost...desperately... You stood in the room watching him, wanting to say something but nothing came out. You were a human...a pure human soul...and he was...a monster. He reached out and brushed his knuckles over your cheek in a...tender...way His gold mask, which covered the top half of his face, glinted in the dim light of the room. He had taken you, saved you from your home and brought you to his kingdom. He wanted you...your purity...he loved you were nothing like him. He longed for you to understand... But you could never love him...no one could. Because he was nothing but pure...broken...darkness...