Xavir
I knew the darkness like I knew my own name. I was one with it. It was woven into the very fibers and fabric of the parts that composed me. The magic and hell stone that I had inherited from the Lords of Hell itself ran rampant beneath my hardened skin. It made me what I was.
A terror that spread through the night on the wings of shadows.
I melded into them, became them.
The light fled from me as I swept through the human building, finding myself hidden within a decrepit attic I had claimed as my home.
I materialized myself in a corner, the span of my long wings cramped around my body causing only a twinge of discomfort that I ignored.
With my knees digging into my chest, my back hunched against the wall, and my tail flicking against the filthy ground, I held a small slip of paper in my hands.
Bringing it up to my nostrils with a humiliating, desperate eagerness, I inhaled.
My chest glowed, the blue light of the fire stirring to life inside me as the scent on paper trapped within my lungs.
Every day I received a similar sized paper, and every day I inhaled without fail, memorizing her scent.
The scent of the delicate human that had entranced me from afar.
My wife.
Carnal desire swept through my body, making my crumpled wings twitch with need.
Taking a final breath, my long, black claws carefully unfolded the note, where I was greeted by the delicate scrawl of my wife’s handwriting, illuminated beneath the light of my glowing body.
The page in my hands trembled, and I fought to steady the eagerness tearing through me.
The feel of opening my wife’s letters was similar to the adrenalin that pumped through the blood before a vicious battle.
Thrilling, exhilarating, rife with anticipation that could only be quenched with bloodshed.
Or, in this case, until I committed the words on page to memory and then grasped my hard cock and made it weep to her name.
X,
In my family, meals are something to be shared and enjoyed together.
It’s normal to get together and cook, to sit together and enjoy the fruits of our hard labor.
It kind of makes me sad to know you haven’t had the same experience with food as I have.
It’s more than just a meal… It’s something that brings people together.
I know this isn’t a topic we touch on so forgive me for doing so, and you don’t have to answer but… do you have family? Someone you can enjoy meals–and life–with? Or are you alone?
Whew, sorry to get so heavy there. My ma says I’m too curious for my own good.
Anyway, I have to get back to work now.
Hoping to hear back from you soon,
M.
My heart beat a rapid rhythm, one I had not experienced in a long, long time. I had rather thought the useless organ had ceased functioning. The beats had died to silence, as if it had never been in my chest at all.
But then my brothers and I had made a pact.
That we would crawl from the darkest depths of hell to human lands so that we may find our brides.
Curiosity had compelled me. Eagerness, surely.
But my heart had not truly come to life until I saw her for the first time.
Mia Song.
Her name was a sigh and a prayer that whispered through my body, like the caress of a lover against overly sensitive skin.
I had seen her. One glance and my curiosity piqued. One glance and my heart began to pound, faster and faster like a war drum strumming the tune of battle.
One glance and I knew that she would be mine.
My mate. My wife.
Mine.
So I followed, and I continued to watch from the shadows for weeks. But it was not enough to watch from a distance. I wanted more. I had wanted her words.
Her thoughts.
I wanted more.
The urge to steal her away thrummed in my bloodstream, but when the urge gripped me, I fought it.
My brother’s advice rang through my mind.
Nazzar, my elder brother, had called Qanek and I to meet. He weaved his tale of how he found his wife. How he stole her away to comfort and mate…
And she had despised him for it.
He warned Qanek and I against stealing our humans. That they would resent us for what was innately our nature.
Instinct demanded I take her, but the cautious words Nazzar had whispered in the dark of the night stayed my hand.
Humans were curious creatures with curious traditions, some I did not quite understand but was eager to learn regardless.
Even as that eagerness consumed me and kept me putting pen to page to learn more, to perhaps conquer her with a clever tongue and mind before I swept her away, I knew time was against me.
Death was nipping at my heels.
The Lord of the Dead was after Qanek and I for leaving his domain against his wishes, and he would not grant leniency should he catch us.
My gaze lifted, pausing at the sight of my fractured reflection in a broken mirror that hung along the wall.
A monster stared back. A creature with light, gray skin and towering black horns. Pitless black eyes and a mouth of sharp fangs that had torn through the tough hides of enemies.
I was so very different from her. So unlike humans. Frightening.
And she? She was beautiful. In the way that heavenly things were. Willowy and ethereal, with dark hair almost as long as my own…
If she saw me, she would scream. Of that I had no doubt. Terror would reign, and my wife would flee.
The thought of her rejection stung so deep, I tore my own filthy gaze away from the mirror, my claws curving into the paper.
Death was coming for me, and yet I still could not bring myself to appear before my bride. So I observed from the shadows, because hiding in the darkness was what I excelled at.
And so that was where I would watch my wife.
Where I would want and crave.
Until the day I could bring myself to step into the light.