More precious than any stone, any metal. More precious to me than life itself.
That’s what he told me. My heart filled with gratitude wanting to fall completely, with no return to any thoughts of life before. The hesitation in my soul was reinforced by the world of reality. Words can mask so thoroughly. They hide demons so well to those who aren’t looking. I was.
There is a realness to demons. They dwell in our minds like latent spears waiting to strike, brought by pain from the hours spent long ago. Demons come out when we do not want them to. Only when we learn to control them can we really be free. Only when we understand them can we understand ourselves.
What other than demons would profess love and reject it in the same breath? What other than demons would ask for what they, themselves, are incapable of giving?
It was a great experience of learning when I came to this knowledge of the double tongue of demons. I loved quietly. I was afraid to express too much given what I already had configured in my mind. He and I were in the throes of tremendous passion, the most thrilling victory of my life. It was then that I learned the truth.
There was a stench about him. It was an evil smell. I drew deeply to inhale just to be sure. It was there, or wasn’t it? It was… a female scent. His face, covered with it. It was hard to stop the passionate moment. I watched him intently, trying not to show the tears welling in my eyes. I inhaled again. Surely, it must be. Had he brought this stench here on purpose? Was I intended to know? I exhaled. Escaping from my lips was a new life as I watched my demons run free.
So, it was how I became a game to him. I honed my precious jewels and my precious metals into sharp instruments of destruction. He would meet his death on them. I am precious.