I cannot begin to stress to you the severity of the amount of reckless acts that have taken place in this short period of time.
Excuse me for inturrupting; Allow me to introduce myself. I am a demon who was never given a name. My friends call me "Nameless." I am twelve years old in human years. My skin lacks pigmentation, and therefore, I am albino. I am blank. Nothingness.
My story goes like this: I was born in Hell and when I was about seven, I was taken up to Earth and, there, I met my father and one of his friends, Skye. At this point in time, I was utterly emotionless. I reacted to nothing emotion-wise. I could not feel.
I wonder if now I should have stayed that way.
But then, Father would give Skye the impression that he loved me. I wanted nothing to do with Skye but he clung to me like a child to his mother. As if we were best friends. As time wore on, I couldn't help myself and I know now I had started developing feelings for him without completely realising. He was the first one to make me feel anything. He was the first one to bring a smile to my face.
It wasn't long before he called me his and vice versa.
I fell in love.
There was a time in which Tsumi no longer wanted us together. We fought hard just to stay together. Tsumi locked Skye out of the house and me, in my room. In deperation, I escaped from out my window, and we ran away with each other.
When we decided to return a couple of months ago, Skye decided that he suddenly didn't love me. I was only friendship material. I thought, "You must be bloody kidding me. After all we've been through... You are barking mad." What had I done wrong? Why wasn't I good enough?
In tears, I fled to Hell, to assist my brother, Malphas, who had become a king. I adored my brother- I still do- and I stayed by his side as his advisor. He was my only source of comfort. He was like a pillow to spill my tears on, tell all my troubles to, a cushion to rest my heartbreak on.
Skye came after me when he realised I was missing. I was willing to give him a second chance. Then he uttered to me the words,
"But I don't love you, Nameless."
And I, for whatever reason, began to hate him.
Someplace in Malphas's palace, I hurt my love both physically and emotionally. This stupid angel... Again, I fled in tears, and I pierced my heart with a dagger and "died." Or at least killed off the human bit of me and survived as a full demon.
It was a long time before Skye realised.
There is a long part of the story that involves me taking over Malphas's and Alois's daughter's stillborn body. And I lived through her. That ended in tragedy... She gave birth to Skye's son, Bambi, and died from anatomical deformitites.
When she died, all that was left was me. I had returned, and soon enough, Skye and myself were married.
However- There was a hitch.
Elias Taylor.
I find the chap lovely. But Skye had fallen in love with him not long after I had committed suicide.
It was when I learned this that I regretted marrying him. He didn't love me.
He doesn't love me.
I didn't listen.
I didn't learn.
I should know better, because-
Ciel and Sebastian. Bambi and Lecea. Keaira and Aranis. Other couples.
They fail to listen. Some of them lie because they're just too damned nice and smitten and- It angers me. They're stupid. They never learn because this is practically what they're saying.
"Oh, love, it's okay if you cheat on me."
"It's okay if you touch our children innapropriately."
"It's okay if you say you love your daddy and not me."
"It's okay if you commit suicide."
"It's okay if you leave."
"It's okay if I don't love you."
"It's okay if you don't take care of yourself."
"It's okay if you don't care about our family."
"It's okay if you're just using for sex because someone else won't give it to you."
"It's okay if you hate me."
"It's okay to be disloyal."
"It's okay for me not to care if you're dead and gone."
"It's okay, my love. Deceive me."
Is it really okay? Of course not.
Grow some balls. Speak out for yourselves. You have a voice, every one of you.
Does it really take a blank slate to tell you such a thing?
Are you too stupid to figure it out for yourself?
Why don't you learn? Why don't you speak out? Why don't you say what's hurting you?
Must your pride get in your way?
Must you be so reckless?
Today, I paid Elias a visit. I trust him, admire him, I want him to take care of my Skye, where I could not. I am not willing to put someone else first in such a situation. I can't stay here any longer.
I'm leaving this awful place. I don't want to belong here.
It's pathetic.
Such is all I have to say:
"Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric mov'd:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon ye who enter here.
Such characters in colour dim I mark'd
Over a portal's lofty arch inscrib'd:
Whereat I thus: Master, these words import."
The End.
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