MY SWEET DEMON

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Z' POV.

"Dad! Don't leave please!" I begged for him to stay but he didn't.

"Mom! Please don't follow dad!" I begged for her too.

"Sweetheart, we'll be back soon. You'll be safe here so please stay here." She reassured me, but no! I wasn't stupid... She'll be gone.

Forever.

I saw dad coming back with a little boy in his arms. I was so happy he's back, but it wasn't even a minute when a dark creature stabbed him from his back. . .  The boy was left in our house's doorstep as my dad mouthed his last words, "Save him, take care."

STANDING infront of everyone. . . People started to judge me and criticize what I can do and what I can't do. Years had passed and my mom and dad was already gone and dead, the sweat family he have was now buried six feet underground below my feet.

"From this day onwards, You. Raven Ashendrey will be a part of this organization as the representative of the great warriors of Ashendrey's." My soulless eyes glanced at the lady infront of me. "You're now promised to be one of the protectors as you work here in Ligh Raid."

I was twelve back then. . .young, rebel and weak. But somehow, I've become the monster that everyone had expected. I've met their highest expectations and became Z. The angel who kills systematically.

I sat at the edge of our headquarter's rooftop, feeling the cold air hitting my skin. Today was cloudy. The sky blended in various types of colours as the sun started to set.

I breathed out an exasperated sigh as my eyes continued to trail at the same boy. All posible questions are popping inside my mind as I stare at him in awe. I've been denying my feelings for him, but everytime I made a step back. . . I felt yearning and suffering not being able to be near him.

He makes me go crazy, making me do things I've never done before for anybody! He was different. He can make me soft, flustered, scared, dumbfounded, wide open, stupid, and. . .weak.

As much as I hate to mention it. . . I can't bring myself to dislike him. I can't help myself but to grow feelings for him each day. What he made me feel is what I truly wanted.

I felt weak for the first time.

I clenched my fist as I held the fabric of my shirt above my chest. My heart is beating for him. Yet, this feeling I would love to keep, but he himself is the one who's hard to keep. My feelings may remain, but would he remain by my side too? He's getting stronger each day. . . Even the head master's thinks he's ready for a S-Class missions. He's rising and being left behind.

"He's like a star. . . No matter how high I can fly, No matter how much my wings can reach — even if he's so close for me to touch him, he's still a star. . . no one had ever held a star. A light. A sharp beautiful Light. The most beautiful thing, yet dangerous." I mumbled, stretching my arms and my hands towards his figure. Trying to reach the impossible. "If I held you tight, would it wound me. . .?"

Just like he always made me do. . . A genuine smile crept on the sides of my lips. Seeing him playing with young immortals is such a nice thing to see. He's always sweet and gentle, everyone tend to love him without him even trying to charm them.

He's too perfect to be touched.

I've been smiling at him that didn't noticed him staring back at me.