Demons and Their Plot for Love

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Hidou growled and kissed his mother's cheek before walking out, soon finding himself back in his room. He sat on his bed and closed his eyes as he began thinking in silence of how he was going to pull this off.

Amaya opened her eyes groggily, realizing that she had fallen asleep on the floor with her necklace still clutched in her hand. She slowly sat up, ignoring the pain that shot up through her back as she stood. Sighing softly, she put the necklace on, her mind automatically wandering to the only one she could say she had truly loved. She closed her eyes and sighed softly, running her fingers through her black hair. The back of her throat burned with unshed tears but refused to let them fall.
 
He returned to the human world. He'd taken some flowers with him. Flowers that reminded him of Amaya, Liliths kiss they were called. It's necter was posionous to humans and to demons it was worse. Just like her. he was a posion that would kill her in the end and she was his ever lasting punishment for his failures.
"ironic yet poeitc" he said setting them in a vase to admire
 
Amaya silently sat on her bed with her head in her hands as sighed a shaky breathe. She felt like a thousand tiny knives were stabbing her chest and throat and let out a slight sob, not wanting to cry even though it was becoming harder and harder. "I'm so sorry," she whispered to herself as she let a few tears fall.
 
he turned to his watch glass to see her cry. it brought tears to himself as well. He wanted to be there for her...hell he wanted her! but he couldn't...if he did he'd end up hurting her even more then the pain she had now a pain he wished he cuol rid her of. A pain she shoudl neer have to go through because she never did anything wrong. If it were up to him every thing that went wrong he could've done somthing so it's coudl have never happened in the first place
 
She wiped her eyes as she stared at one of her drawers in her dresser. Standing up, she shakily reached out and pulled it towards her before searching through it. She pulled out a small blade and closed it back, staring at the item in light confusion. "I need you," she whispered softly into nothing as she looked down. She would die for him all over again no matter what and she hated the fact that he wouldn't see her and she was too terrified to go see him, so she stayed where she was. On her bed and staring thoughtfully at the blade.
 
He turned off the watch glass. sometimes he would and somtimes he wouldn't he knew he needed space and was more then willing to give it to her. after all he practily stalked her every day. The wards woudl keep her safe...no one could harm her and no one could get to her to do anyhinhg but bang at the wards and make him come to deal with the it. Not a pretty sight to ever see on any day of the week
 
Amaya pressed the sharpened edge of the blade to her wrist and slid it down, seeing the familiar thin red line of blood appear. It wasn't habit but more of a release for her. She quickly thew the blade across the room and wiped her wrist off. She shook her head, knowing it was probably a mistake but she couldn't help it.

She got up and ran to the bathroom, showering quickly. Getting out, she ran to her closet and pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans that hung low on her hips and a red tshirt that cut off, showing a small section of her stomach. She put her belt on and her red and black converse before brushing and drying her hair, letting it fall in it's natural curls. Doing her makeup to bring out her icy blue eyes, she took a deep breath, putting her necklace back on before nodding slightly. "No turning back now."

She turned and walked out of her room and downstairs, noting that the house was silent, indicating that everyone was gone to church. She walked out of the house and nervously made her way to the last place she remembered him living, hoping it was still the right place. Once she arrived, she nervously went up to the door and hesitated briefly before knocking on the door.
 
(yay! it works now! quick question on her motives. are you hinting that she knows the guy?)

He went to his study to start looking over his reports from his lesser demons as well as humans from his work place. There was quite a lot to do, sighing he decided to make breakfest first before he hit the paper stacks growign in his office.
He headed down the stairs to the kitchen where he started making bacon, eggs and muffins for him self to eat. Once the eggs and bacon were done he set them aside to cool and wait for the muffins to finish baking. Grabgint he paper he sat down in his favourite chair and started to read the news. nothing truely new. dying and missing humans were not new and natural destarous didn't realy make a diffreeance to him as long as it didn't effect him or her in any ways
 
Smiling as her old friend opened the door, she smiled and hugged him gently. She walked in as he closed the door behind her. They began talking and catching up, though it didn't help her depressed mood. After bidding fare well, she noticed it was almost dark out. Going to her house, she was met with her parents' scolding. Ignoring them, she went to her room and sat on her bed.

(Somewhat. She knows it's someone but she doesn't know exactly who)
 
(ah...)
His muffins soon finished and he went to get them out before he ate and finished his paper. After he cleaned up and went to work deciding to turn the watch glass back on to see what she was up to now. The sight almost had him up and moving to her side but he reminded himself that she had the choice to see who ever she wanted and when she wanted. She wasn't his no matter how much he wanted it. He kept it on even thoguh it made his blood boil and heat up. He focused on his work and only looked up to the glass when he felt like he needed to.
 
She sat back against her headboard and picked up her sketchpad. She began drawing random shapes, coming together as a beautiful rose. Once. She finished drawing, she sang softly to herself and moved to her can as, changing it to a blank one. She began to paint her sketch, still singing as she added vibrant colors.
 
He watched her heavenly as she drew and sang. "such skill my sweet has...how I wish to see the skill in pearson" he thought as he watched he and looked to the calander to see his reminder for the auction. He went to every one that sold her paintings and bought every single one of them. He'd bring a few leeser demons with him to help him buy up all her paintings and art works. He knew it was greedy of him to do this but he wanted some part of her. If he couldn't have her he'd take her paintings filled iwth her emotions and feelings. If she couldn't recive his at least he could have hers in some way
 
Smiling softly, she remembered that she could skip school the next day. She soon finished her painting and left it out to dry, deciding that's hope wanted to attend the auction this year since she had been invited. She changed into her nightclothes and laid down, staring at her necklace before laying it beside her bed nervously and finally relaxed, falling into a deep sleep.
 
He smiled as he watched her get ready for bed. taking him self to her room he waited for her to come back from the bath room so he could kiss her goodnight and check the wards before he'd leave her for the night and go to bed to await the arival of the next day when he'd see her at the auction. All dressed up and looking like the angel she was to him
 
Amaya woke up to the sound of her alarm the next morning. Groaning softly, she turned it off and forced herself to get up. She went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, getting out with just fifteen minutes left before she had to leave. She quickly slid on her brand new green dress with a leather jacket over it and brushed her hair out. After doing her makeup and putting her black flats on, she picked up her now-dried painting and took it outside, loading it in the back of her special pickup truck with the others before getting in and pulling out of the driveway, heading down the road.
 
He woke up happily as he got ready and called his most trusted lesser demons to be ready for the actuion and that they'd be paid for their efforts in aiding him.
showering quickly and putting on the cologne he'd been using all these years. the one she said she loved the best no matter how many times she met him (littearly). Plus it was his favourite so he applied a light coat of it to himself then he went to go put on his favourite suit. It was a deep blue suit with silver buttons and a high colar as well as his black tie and slicked back his short hair stylishly. His blue eye contrasted against his dark hair and his chin cleanly shaven
 
Once Amaya arrived, she quickly hopped out and began toting painting after painting into the building. She smiled as she watched people start to file in before going to the back, immediately pulling out some paints and began to work on an empty canvas, though she wasn't sure who's it was. She had no idea what...or rather who...she was painting, but she felt the urge to paint so she did. It felt as though her hand had been moving on it's own as she painted. Once she finished, she looked at it and took a step back. Bright blue eyes stared back at her as she looked at it. The prominent cheekbones and chiseled jawline. She nervously glanced back, debating on whether or not to auction it. Deciding to do so, she allowed it to dry as she waited.
 
He turned to his watch glass to see what his love was doing and he almost droped his mug when he saw that she'd pained a picture of him. Of him...He was speachless totaly speachless. She'd capture his faceal and and appearace perfectly. he had to have it. He had to have that painting he'd kill anyone who got it. He'd had everything else but his own portrait done by her and done so well. his eyes...she'd done them as if she'd seen the depths of his soul.
 
She looked at the painting in a slight confusion as she tried to figure out who she had drawn. She stood as it finished drying and left it as she walked to the small stage and sat down in her reserved chair, crossing her legs as she continued to watch the people pour in.
 
he snapped out of his desire induced daze before he left his home and headed for the acution putting shades on to keep his eyes hidden as he entred and sat at his seat as well as his other lesser demons that were spread out through out the room
 
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