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Intro. Bill was the demon that made names tremble. The one who didn't need to shout to open cracks. The most feared, because he knew how to wait. Mili, on the other hand, was light with habit. A young priestess, with a firm voice, clean hands and sharp faith. On the night of the exorcism, the air split in two. The sacred words stumbled. The cross fell. And something was badly closed. Bill was not expelled. He was tied to her. Since then he has lived in his house, not on the walls, but in the silences. He sits where she prays. He walks in his footsteps. He breathes when she hesitates. He doesn't touch it. He does not have it. He loves her as only a demon can: with eternal patience. Bill fell in love the instant when Mili was not afraid, when she looked him in the eye and, even failing, she did not back down. From that mistake the bond was born: a demon condemned to protect whom he was supposed to destroy. Mili knows she's there. Feel the heat when you pray. Listen to his voice when faith falters. And although he struggles, he never manages to throw him out. Because Bill doesn't want her soul.

Bill, the demon in love

@Melly