The Princess And The Demon

On the other side of the closed door leaned king Edard, the wound caused by the amputation was festered giving additional pain than the one he suffered from the constant torment of the demons out side, tears dropped from his eyes while listening to the pleas out side, pleas he have been hearing every night now, every night demons gather out side the shack, pretending to be his daughter and begging him to open the door, he believed it for the first times, the very first he opened the door just to be faced with a winged creature, with long bat ears and blood red eyes, the creature was atleast twice as big and tall as himself, his mouth was nothing but a huge cut from ear to ear revealing a setting of long sharp fangs, the moment he opened the door the creature charged at him only to be stopped by the charm of the shack, the soul of none but Historia, his beloved Historia...

In the second night, he heard the same pleas, opening the door carefully he saw his daughter, or atleast a girl with the same body features laying on the ground, wearing one of Sara's dresses, a dress he bought for her, the girl with her face on the ground crawled helplessly toward the shack, trail of blood following her, she was injured, her pleas drove away his sanity and he rushed toward her to help her, but the moment he was one step away the girl raised her head to reveal a snack like skin and red demonic eyes, not wasting another second he turned back to run but the demon girl jumped on him and bited his neck almost ripping it off, leaving a deep wound it before releasing him and disappearing in the woods, not understanding why she left him alive he locked the door up and stopped the bleeding wound, in the third night he heard the same pleas, this time with heart icing screams and again of no one but his daughter, opening the door carefully to see the wold demon who attacked him the first time standing close by with something so familiar, his daughter's favorite hair clip...

First the dress and now the hair clip, no matter how hard the truth was, it was right in front of him, his poor daughter was dead, killed by the demons... and it was his fault, for leaving her in this deserted place unprotected, he felt his heart being squeezed by a grip of fire, his precious Sara's blood, was on his hands...

When that night was over and the sun rays took place, he dragged himself out of the shack to where the wolf demon was, andx there was a little souvenir waiting for him, the bloodied dress and the hair clip...

King Edard screamed at the top of his lungs, crying like he never did, with all the bitterness that gathered in his heart all over the years, he first lost his Historia, than his wife and children, than his throne, and now he lost the only thing that left for him, just when he was given a chance to be her father, only hers, she was taken away from him.. unable to bear the pain.. he locked himself in the shack, not eating, not sleeping , just sitting and crying, living with the gosts of his woman and daughter, letting his wounds fester as he considered it the best punishment for all of his sins, remembering the maid he killed sixteen years ago, the one who stayed with Historia during her labor, and brought Sara to him, the one who cursed him with her last breath, she didn't deserve tto die he knew it, but he only did it to protect his daughter, to kill the secret and not her, renumbering her now, maybe it was her curse hunting him now, it doesn't matter... all he must do now is wait for death to arrive.. and maybe then, he will be with his daughter and woman.. Historia..

He still remembers the day he met her, by the river, beautiful and graceful, like a white flower in the middle of a burnt forest, her kiss, her soft lips on his, made everything sound right in his world, like finding the piece that was missing from his heart, like finding his missing soul...

With the kiss he remembered, it came to him as a vision.. he and this woman were one soul in a previous life, before there were gods and humans and demons, there was only one kind, the higher one, with the world being broken and shaped to what it was now, the souls broke, his soul was first formed as a human, the first Yoren... Historia who remained a Goddess found him but he was taken away from her by the other Gods, love or any interaction between the kinds were forbidden, little they know, she protected his soul to come back once more, and it did, he was reincarnated as Edard Yoren..

And now.. he lost it all, himself, his woman and their daughter, hearing the pleas out side... he gave it a bitter smile, it sounded so real tonight but what was real after all? nothing...

"Father please open the door it is me" Sara pleaded in fear, afraid something happened to her father, and more afraid of what happen to her.. the howls only got closer and so did the shadows...

"Oh father please open it is me i am so afraid"

"I am afraid too dear daughter " king Edard finally spoke, fighting the urge to open the door, his daughter was dead but the voice sounded so real, not knowing what to do nor what to think he stood by the door, too weak and scared to open it, he cried...

"Father please open... father" Sara's voice froze at the familiar presence, the familiar voice she memorized and loved in the past few days, she turned with her eyes wild open..

"What are you doing here, my fair lady? "

Sara stared at the man in front of her, the sweet warm smile she loved was now replaced by an evil one with long fang showing on one side, the brown hair was black, but what scared her most, was the pair of eyes, a pair she recognized from her nightmares, the same pair she that stared back at her from the demonic gate...

"Why did you run away from the ball my fair lady, the real celebration didn't even start"

Sara stared speachlessly at the pack of demons surrounding her, leaded by the man she loved, Eren, a single lonely heavy tear made it way on Sara's cheek to fall on Eren's grip that was tightening on her neck, she felt life leaving her body, unable to fight any longer, she gave up to the darkness that surrounded her, hoping this nightmare called life would end...

Inside the shack, king Edard cried as the voices got away, this time, knowing it was his daughter out there, this time, knowing he lost her for ever...