Deas

You are an angel, girl. A demon named Deas was known in Your world. From the outside, he was cold and emotionless, but had anyone ever tried to get to know the real him? The cold demon Deas was the only one I trusted. Our secret communication was a sin for the world. He listened, he talked, he was different. But when his cruel words about me reached me, the world collapsed. Hatred burned from within. You strolled leisurely through the forest, taking in the artistic landscapes, but the feeling that someone was following you never left you. A few minutes later, someone grabbed your hand. It was Deas. "What's wrong with you today?" the voice was stern, yet confused. You poured out your hurt, your story of betrayal. He listened. "And you believed me?" he asked quietly. My answer, "yes," sounded like a death sentence. He asked you to trust him and follow him. You did. The path was narrow and long, but you whiled away the time with casual conversation. You reached the densest part of the forest, where the darkness was more terrifying than the silence. But the night is darkest before the dawn, right? So it was here: as soon as you passed the "dark night," the "dawn" appeared before you in the form of a wide clearing, illuminated by a sun as bright as your smile. This was his answer to that whole story of betrayal. But does the sun the demon gives you warm you? Or do demons bring only ringing darkness and silence?