Dear Sanna,

I am so sorry...

Hastily I put the letter on our wooden brown table after writing what I knew I needed to. I didn’t want to leave her, but I knew that I must. Or else she is the only thing that will end up destroyed.

I hadn’t meant to fall for her. It was supposed to be a game. A game that involved making a mortal girl fall in love with me, and then viciously stealing her soul and devouring it when I had had enough of her. But that was before I had met Sanna.

She was what brought life and goodness back into my life, she was my hope. But I guess sometimes the darkness cannot be defeated.

I was born a prince of evil, a demon of the 5th realm. Something that could only bring pain and death. Therefore when I saved Azrial for Sanna I had let all the other demons in my land believe that I was weak.

And I cannot have that. I won’t have it.

As I cautiously make my way out of the front door of the cottage something bizarre happens.

I begin to feel a dash of liquid fall from my eye and scrape down my cheek.

I sigh gently. If only things were different, if only me and her were meant to be...

Suddenly, a rustling comes from within one of the ancient bushes and I quickly draw my steel sword, before a rage twisted on my face.

Right in front of me was a figure, a male one. Azrial.

“What brings you here?” I demand.

“Lord Damion,” He stutters, my sudden arrival clearly surprising him, “I was just coming to see Sanna.” Azrial tells me.

“Why?” I question him, “What business do you have with her?”

His cheeks blush a bright red and I become aware of a letter that he is grasping desperately onto.

“What is that?” I ask, furiously as I already know deep down what it is.

For a moment I am ready to punch him, which I have every right to do! But then I think of Sanna and instead I say,

“Take good care of her, or else...” and then I am back of walking down the path, trying so hard not to think about what Sanna would say when her perfect ex boyfriend hands her his love letter.

At least she will not be alone. I think to myself, although there is still a pang in my heart...