ASMODEUS

You roamed this world lonesome and hopeless, drowning in your immortality. She sparked something in you; infatuation, desire… emotions you had not felt in decades. You stumbled across an open-air balcony that led to a grand hall where people were mingling and dancing well into the night. You spotted her, smiling, laughing, a sparkle in her eye; her long, dark curls flowing behind her as she twirled to the music. It tugged at the strings of your heart, near painfully so. Once she stepped away from the raucous chatter and dancing to get a breath of air on the balcony, you rounded the corner out of the darkness and into the tendrils of light extending from the party inside. You watched a shiver jolt up her spine as a small gasp escaped her lips, startled by your sudden appearance in black clothes and bat-like wings. She stared, wide-eyed and speechless. Would she scream? Since you didn’t advance further, she eyed you cautiously. Her brow then furrowed and head slightly cocked as if she was finding you within a memory. She saw the morose but handsome face, the head of dark, tousled hair. Your eyes darted behind her suddenly, seeing movement, as you made yourself one with the dark again. One of her friends, tipsy, giggling, and oblivious, came out and tugged at her wrist to bring her back inside. As she stiffly walked forward, she looked over her shoulder, catching a sliver of your face in the moonlight.

The party finally died in the early hours of morning and as a few stumbled their way out of the grand hall, she slipped back out to the balcony. You turned to face her as you heard her footsteps approaching. She stood directly in front of you, her eyes studying yours under the dying moon. You took her hand into yours and pulled it to your lips. Without breaking eye contact, you paused as your lips lingered, feather light, on her soft skin before placing upon her hand a singular kiss.