You swore he had you under a spell.
Yes, you were absolutely positive the man in red had reached into the deepest cabinets of your mind, emptied out everyone of them and replaced them with the lewdest of thoughts, the darkest of desires, the secretest of passions.
And all were connected to him.
Every last one of them.
You expected that after accepting the powers of the night, after partaking of the blood of your victims, you abandoned all of those silly human notions, all those feelings that made you weak, with no other desire than to follow the bidding of your master.
But, this man, the creature that took your hand and lead you across the border into the realms of the darkness, somehow managed to reignite that little spark within you.
Was it possible for one of the undead to hide such thoughts for a monster?
No other explanation could exist for this phenomena other than sorcery.
Either way, you clung to it.
I am fully aware of what you are, and what you have become.
You belong to a world engulfed in darkness, while I dwell in the light. You hold strength that crush men’s bones into dust, that would leave an army of the most courageous cavalrymen quivering in fear, a strength so great even the Devil cowers in fear.
Yet, I tremble just from venturing out of my bed.
But, I care not.
My feelings for you remain as they always were, unwavering and true.
Despite its frailty, despite the meaningless impact my life possesses in this world,
I love you.
Pathetic, is it not? A feeble human doting on a feared demon?
I ask you not to reciprocate these foolish feelings.
I only inquire that you be the one to bid me farewell as I depart this world.
With a low sigh, vibrating the entirety of his chest, he carefully folded the note, slipp