A Love Story of a Lovely Girl and a Demon
"A Story of Kindness, Transcendence, and the Reach of Love Through Worlds"
A Love Story of a Lovely Girl and a Demon
There was a creature, different than all of them, that lived in the thick, mysterious forest. He had the shape of a demon, for his shape scared the beasts and his might was far beyond the measure of men. His skin was dark as night, and there was no glimmer of kindness in his eyes, only endless emptiness. The demon —gruesome in appearance— has a great longing within him: the need for love, for friendship, for belonging. He was always alone, never understood by anyone who entered his life. The other creatures were afraid of his strength and terrifying face, and shunned him, leaving him to live a life of solitude.
In a village nearby lived a young and beautiful girl Meera. She was the one with the starry gaze and a heart filled with compassion. Meera was a spirited wanderer who had faith in the improbabilities of human existence from the dirtiest to the most angelic. But he had never spoken from behind the ever-increasing isolation. She strolled through the world, the truth hidden in the crevices, the shade outside the consequences of the world. Somewhere Meera entered that forest, into the unknown unknown, not knowing a creature slept in here.
So little by little did Meera creep into those woods, down into the earth, when her eyes fell directly before the beast. His towered figure loomed; his presence made fear on a heart. One moment, despair turned to terror, until something inside herself stirred, giving rise to an inner voice that commanded her not to judge it by its seeming. She looked into the demon’s sad, lonely eyes, and an odd sense of empathy poured into her heart. She didn’t look at him and see a monster; she looked at him and saw someone who needed love and companionship.
And yet — the demon was there, Meera stepped forward, her voice soft but firm. “You don’t have to do this alone,” she said kindly. The demon stared at her in confusion—both at her audacity and at the soothing way she spoke. Nobody had ever treated him that way befor. He had started to let his guard down slowly.
For days and weeks, Meera would return to the forest. Then they formed a friendship over the time. Each time she visited, she brought food and spoke of the outside world, and the demon listened silently. The needling demon led sometimes to talk about his experience. She did not see the demon as a horrible monster. Instead, she could see the sadness and loneliness behind the demon’s dark eyes. And so the demon started to open, to give up some of his most dreadful fears, what he yearned for most, the suffering there had befallen him throughout the torment.
Over the days that followed, a miracle happened. The demon started changing as Meera offered compassion and friendship. And the fearsome beast who once, alone and in solitude, patrolled those frost-coated stones had found comfort in her company. The demon, who did not believe that anyone could ever love him, started to feel something he had never felt before; hope.
But their romance was not without numerous hurdles. She was human, the demon was a thing of darkness, their worlds]], poles apart. Their lives were so removed, yet the worlds so disparate. That would not be acceptable to her family and other villagers, and simultaneously, it would not be possible for a demon to survive in this world. No one would understand their love, which was growing and blooming evermore. Prejudice, once obstacle enough to overcome, now loomed like such an impossible hill in the outside world.
But then love, time and again, found a way out. On one such day, that demon made a decision to change his life forever. He resolved that he would emerge from this dark, sequestered life and live light under the Meera love glow. The ultimate self-sacrifice: this demon relinquished his terrifying power and all the life he lived. The trepidation of change through a literal annihilation of one’s self, another character, and a life-long narrative that has stagnated, like a program in which a person ‘becomes’ a name identity with cemented associations is the crux of who he had agreed to be: lose everything that he was in order to be someone in Meera’s world. Then, Meera promised, she would not leave him; she would accept him for what he was — not the creature, the monstrousness but simply who he was in himself.
With every passing day, the love for each other had only started to grow, and the world saw them as an unlikely couple but they did not care. Their hearts found their bond in one another, happiness discovered within the human and their hound, transcending appearance and class, species and society.
And their tale will be forever etched in our hearts, and remembered as the love that conquered even the most powerful of phobias, shattered even the most indestructible walls, and bridged even the most disparate souls. Meera loving the demon, proves that love does not see any faces; It is about Recognizing Compassion, willingness to go beyond what eyes can see.
And both the love story of a beautiful girl and a demon is evidence that love has no restrictions. It might be found in the least likely settings, between the least likely entities. And sometimes, it is the sometimes stimming love that we show to the ones that seem the most different that change lives and creates magic.
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