And another one

She knows not her true beauty, it astounds one to know that this magnificent beauty has no idea she is near angelic. Her skin a golden brown from long hours in the sun, her muscles toned from hours of exercise, soft auburn hair, and a face fit for a princess. This woman’s beauty permeates to the very depths of her soul, although few have ever seen it. A kind word from her is enough to intoxicate most men, and they often fall madly in love with her. Some men even revere her as a goddess

Yet she refuses to see beyond the scars she swears ruin her skin. She is right, however, these scars do exist, but they are on the inside. It’s a tragic scene. Her chasing the knife that gave her those scars. It’s as if she enjoys the pain it gives her. She thinks she is in control but she’s at the will of a real demon. She lives on a razor’s edge, and some days she leans towards heaven, others, hell. Very rarely does my muse achieve perfect balance.

This demon comes from the very depths of hell, a place where it is said even the devil dare not witness the atrocities committed there. This demon had once been human, but after its time in the pit it became the foul thing that infects the beautiful woman we see before us. It was not just tortured in that foul place, no, it was taught to torture as well, to inflict others with pain akin to its own.

The woman remains unaware of the intruder inside her. Ignorance is not her bliss, for as long as she does not know it inhabits her, it cannot be expelled. Her only salvation is to accept she has been possessed and expel the demon on her own. My efforts to help her have been fruitless, for the demon deafens her ears to my pleas.

As you may have guessed dear reader, I am in love with this beauty. She has captivated my heart in a way no other woman could. My thoughts always return to her, and many of my waking hours are spent contemplating how to attract her fancy. Now that she has been possessed however, I have noticed her losing weight at an alarming rate. She has also become more and more irritable and less sociable in this time. It saddens her suitors and I, for although this demon does not affect her outer appearance, it is rending a bloody path through the beauty her soul once held.

She loves the tranquility the water can provide her with. She is more at home on a beach than in any castle or estate. She has a love for the sea, yet the demon has poisoned even this. It makes my heart ache to see her in such pain. She can no longer find true happiness in anything she does, the demon has taken that from her.

I attempted to save her, begged the demon inside of her to strike a deal with me. It was a foolish move and now she has payed the price, for the demon did not appreciate my actions and apparently enjoyed its current home. Instead of leaving her it dug itself in deeper, rooting itself in the very base of her soul. As is did this it tore through her, wounding her worse than ever before. All I could do was watch in horror as the demon devours all she used to be.

Perhaps you expect a decent ending, and perhaps you deserve one. Sadly, I cannot give you one fit to sate your appetite. For this story has no end. It continues on even as I write this line.