Yuuki's Winter Depression (1)

A Chapter by Yuriko N.

“Ronwe? Are you there? We made a promise to meet someday. You have to tell this tale of my wounded being once it’s done. Only a demon such as you could keep our contract bound without deceit. You must guarantee me that I will see you! Guarantee me that my wishes weren’t pointless. Please.”

Yuuki’s voice was quiet. Quickly fading into nothingness, while she murmured herself to sleep. Frantically forcing herself to stay awake her hand crept, slowly, trembling to her throat. Thinking if she suffocates her brain will manage to awaken from the fatigue that laced her body. For some reason her curiosity begs her to stay up until I respond. I cannot physically comfort her and acknowledge her. She knew this. She knows that I'm not a entity, but rather for now I am just a voice. Just as people pray to their gods she prayed to the “all” I am. As she released her neck the words “My demon please…” escaped her lips.

So many worthless nights this poor young girl spent enraged and trapped within her thoughts, actions, and hopes. Every night she begged for me to prove my existence. For me to finally speak words relaying my existence to her. The blame that began to rot through her brain was now infected with me. Her poor head, filled with guilt, is decaying fast. She can’t stay awake any longer. Sleep is calling to her, so I’ll lay what I am atop her, to stop the pain while she rests.

Yuuki knows not of the day to come when we meet. She doesn’t know how I’ll mold her through her thoughts to become a demon like me. Her small bits of emotional sanity will become overly logical. She will no longer understand people's wants and desires. This experiment will succeed under my name of Ronwe. Persephone VI will gain an underling to cause chaos through eras of time.

For now I lay quietly, as Yuuki sleeps soundly. I know everything about this girl. Every side and every secret she’s hid from the world. I will hold all of it within me. She feeds my hunger to exist. I’m longing to relinquish her emotions and consume her. She is mine as I am hers. I owe my continued existence to her alone. Tonight I’ll gather her faith into my core and whisper while she sleeps. To send her dreams, of the tragedies yet to unravel, concerning her tomorrow and my eternity.