The Flaming Fist Of Hope [Demonica]

”I’ll be there for you”

A word that she had sorely needed for so long, but hadn’t allowed herself to be accepting to. Honestly everyone, everything wanted something that they could rely on. Someone that they could confide in, something they could believe in. It was as much intrinsically apart of any nascent being as it was a psychological need that they all share. Demonica, was not an exception to the rule, she merely did an amazing job at hiding it--denying what she needs, and instead pushing forth the person she felt was best. However, as much as she talked about ulv needing to know what needed, as well as talking about how stumbling blindly wouldn’t do much, wasn’t she doing the same things? Stumbling blindly, groping through the dark for any sort of light? Demonica didn’t know, however seeing ulv state that even as she tried to get her bearings did far more than her energy had. Here she was, struggling to stand, to be coherent and yet she still was concerned--she still cared. That, was something that hit demonica far deeper, at a more meaningful level than her flowery words, or fancy powers.

”..maybe. . “

Demonica uncharacteristically walked forward, as if she was going to abandon the stumbling girl. Allow her to fight with her muddled brain as if it didn’t matter. As quiet as her footsteps were it would be easy to assume she simply had vanished--until arms coiled around ulvs waist and pulled her back, and downwards. Sure, the demoness was not an expert on the concussed, and the weary--but she still wasn’t completely out of touch. The soft motion brought ulv down to rest the back of her head against demonica’s sizable bust--an action that would be almost always considered near-sexual in nature except in this one. The gesture was not one of need, nor sexual desire, or even lust. There was a sense of openess, of soft kindness that reverberated hesistantly yes, hesitantly from the demoness. Her lips parted as that soft maybe seemed to entail something more, the demons arms lazily ensnaring ulv’s lower body as she too was at a slant, her eyes and head tilted back to glance at the sky.

”Maybe that is what i need, someone to talk to, someone to be there when no one else really has.”

She seemed to be stuck in pondry as she let a faint sigh escape her lips. Demonica wasn’t by any means a talker, never had been--never probably would be. She preferred using her fists and her drive to do battle to speak for her, and thus earned a rather startling reputation. However, right now she was trying this whole communicate your feelings thing. She had no clue how effective it would be, but it was worth trying to her nonetheless. Ulv who most likely was currently resting in demonica’s bosom would be able to hear each word that the demoness said, even though she seemed to be halting, unsure as if she wished to share the information that she wished to talk about. Even then though ,she did continue to speak as if reminiscing on the past.

”Originally life was easy, i had a purpose--a goal that is and i didn’t have to think about the bigger picture. It wasn’t really until i was jarred awake from that false idealism that i really was able to think about what I wanted to do, what I should do. It wasn’t a fun process, no infact it was a harsh one. “

Chuckling lightly, the demoness gave ulv’s waist a tender squeeze, hopefully conveying that she was simply reminiscing rather than trying to reprimand her again. The purely platonic actions of the demoness would be full of comradery. Demonica didn’t consider ulv a stranger, because she did somewhat like the strange, exuberant head-strong girl. Which was why she hoped that even if she spoke of herself, that it would ultimately be a lesson for ulv, a tool to learn from--rather than for her to comfort the demoness.

” Wandering, never quite fitting in anywhere does get old after awhile. Failing when you finally found your niche is even worse. That failure will live with me forever. I do not hate the one who caused me to fail, I merely hate myself for not being strong enough, or charismatic enough to protect the spot of serenity i had found. If I meet the one who brought my world crashing down around me, I will not meet them with scorn, but rather with a smile. I was too naive, too jaded--and it was a wake-up call that i sorely needed.”

Sighing softly, the demoness leaned forward, using the tip of ulvs forehead as a point to rest her chin as she glanced forward at the desolate landscape around them. She was calm, that is not trying to beat ulv up, not trying to berate her, or show her some manner in which she was wrong. Ulv genuinely wished to help, and even if she did not wish to be helped she was not going to turn away someone who so readily tried to reach her, with nothing but good intention. She may be a monster, but even she had feelings, and Ulv had managed to somewhat worm her way in.

” I see things much clearer now, now that i’ve once more lost everything. I was egotistical, i was brash, prideful, foolhardy and I thought that I could protect everything with the insufficient amount of power that I have. It’s a hard pill to swallow Ulv, it is a very Hard, very Bitter. Pill. To swallow. “