The Daemon’s Eyes

(KINDLY NOTE THAT THIS CHAPTER WOULD BE IN A THIRD PERSON'S VIEW)

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"Logan?", Winry's eyes widened as she saw him, his body was fading... And his skin looked so pale. "Wha... What happened?"

Logan staggered at the doorway as she ran to catch him before he fell down. "I just did something... Stupid"

"Shh... Don't talk". She managed to somehow wedge him to walk to the bed. "Rest a bit". Letting out a deep sigh, she sat beside him. "I thought I've warned you not to possess people at random before you drain your life energy" His eyes were shut as he tried to rest. Luckily, there was some place in the underworld he still called home.

"How long was it?"

"Huh?", He opened his eyes a little.

"How long did you possess the person and for what reason?... It wasn't Sabrina, was it?", She held his hand in hers.

He slowly took it away. "Twenty minutes.."

Her eyes widened as her lips unconsciously dropped open. "Are you out of your mind?... Just five minutes is a hassle!... And don't get me started on the incompatiblit-"

"Ahhh!", He sighed placing a hand on his head, it felt like it was about to be thorn open from the inside. "The compatibility was right, but I possessed him while he was still conscious and unwilling..."

"Why?... What could be more important than your life?"

He let out a mild laugh. "If I tell you, you won't forgive me"

She paused for about a minute to think... Then the only sane conclusion came over her. Logan, the Daemon of lust had struck again.

Her eyes narrowed in disgust. "Don't tell me..."

Watching him shut his eyes as a wicked grin formed at his lips.

She slapped him.

He winced as his left hand slowly went to his pained cheek.

Winry got up from her seat to leave, he tried stopping her by her wrist but she immediately pulled away. "How shameless can you get?". She didn't even turn to face him. "Winry.... I",

"That's enough out of you", she turned, her sight blurred with suppressed tears. "You came here asking for advice on whether to take Lord Rachel's assignment, I trusted you... I told you it was fine, because I knew just like me... You wouldn't do anything to hurt her". She paused to wipe her eyes with her sleeve. "But how dare you sleep with me, then with my daughter, Logan?"

He had his lower arm crossed over his eyes, his lips expressionless.

"I want you gone as soon as possible", she headed for the door. "I'm trying to live the normal life of a damned Daemon... So, I'd wish if you could not come here so often"

"Winry", his voice was thicker now, but he still hadn't taken his arm away from blocking his vision.

She paused at the door, wishing he could atleast say he was sorry.

"It was the eyes...".

The Daemon's eyes. The longer one stared into them, the faster they lose themselves. Looking Sabrina into the eyes when she wasn't wearing her glasses....

He pitied Jasper because for a mere human... Just looking into them once could make you think you're in love.

What he always wondered was, was their love actually real?

Or was it just the deceit of the eyes?

"I am the Daemon of lust, I cannot avoid my curse". His voice was cold.

It made her shiver a little. The first Daemon had cursed seven others as protectors of his three children.

When he lived, they all obeyed out of fear..... But now, they rebelled against the powers that rivalled god himself.

"You leave in three days", she slammed the door behind her.

"Don't worry Winry... I'll fulfil our promise, and you'll see your daughter someday...", He whispered to himself. "I promise.."

"Where have you been?!!".

Sabrina turned to see her father waiting in the living area, at a dark edge. It was past five a.m in the morning and she'd taken a cab to get back home. Looking to her gown, she had to think of a suitable lie........ "I was at the school's dance...", She added frowning. 'since when does he care?'.

He arched a brow, still not smiling, "Throughout the night?".

She couldn't help but wonder how long he'd been back home as she begun heading towards the staircase, "I got drunk and passed out, so I was at the hospital".

"And you were discharged this early?". He sticks both hands in his pockets. His voice more questioning.

Her silence made him go on, "just say you were at a boy's house", his frown deepens.

"Jeez!... What's your problem anyway?!", She stamped her feet. "What if I was?!... Everyone my age has friends you know!"

She literally screamed the words out without waiting for a reply, she took her leave.

"You worthless child, you couldn't even show some gratitude that your mother sacrificed her life to bring you into this world. If you die while doing something indecent, I'm not going to bury you. You've always been a thorn at my side". He starts heading to the kitchen.

If it was a few years ago he had said something like that, it would have really hurt. But......it didn't. She walks up the staircase to her room. She was use to him always blaming her for her mum's death, he'd never even tried to hide that he despised her.

A tear drop rolls down her cheek. She quickly dried it off before folding her fists at her side. She was going to prove to him she wasn't worthless, she just wished she could talk to her mother.....ask her why she never told her husband about her eyes.... Why she even married a man like him.

Taking off her clothes, she climbed onto her bed, taking out the Azacarus from under her pillow. Slowly opening it to the last page Logan had helped her practice. Logan....

She'd just realized.

She was in love with Logan....

Or so she thought.....