LOVER MONSTER!
107. Black Sights.

The black sleeping robe dangled long over Demian's tall body, encompassing the donker satin pajamas he was wearing. That night, on the balcony of his house, Demian breezed alone without direction and purpose. His eyes shone towards the darkness of the night. Far away to the sea that looks completely black at the end of the view.

A soft gusting night wind infiltrated the sidelines of Demian's curl mane, creating a faint cold sensation.

There were many things flashing in Demian's mind, running through his head and haunting him until he had trouble falling asleep later. Sometimes, because of the terrible things that had filled his head, Demian to vomit his stomach. Demian was struck by a dilemma, anger and also disappointment. Demian didn't know where to go.

"All decisions are in your hands, Demian. Do you want to be a leader at Bellamy or do you want to leave this important position to your brother. I won't force you, but I want you to use your brain well here. Make the best choice for yourself."

While Christian's speech resonated in his mind, Demian also recalled Jessica's expression that night. Jessica's terrified expression still lingered in Demian's memory, leaving behind a terror that she was hard to forget. Demian knew Jessica said she was fine, and by God Demian, she expected the same.

Yet, somehow Demian...

Today Demian received a parcel. Without questioning who gave the parcel, Demian already knew it was from Erthian because the one who delivered it was Carlos.

Demian had already died if the man who should have been his role model; the brother who set a good example for him; was a madman. Demian knew that every act of Erthian always had a hidden meaning, and that meaning was never good. Since Demian knew exactly what kind of person Erthian was, Demian should have directly thrown the parcel into the burning fireplace. However, the fool, Demian opened the parcel.

Demian opened the parcel and now, this is where Demian is. He was walking in an indeterminate direction like a ghost inhabiting the old mansion. As if Demian's mind wasn't tangled enough, the parcel actually made Demian rise in black. Blacken Demian's view.

Today, if not for the many people stopping him, Demian would probably end up being his own brother's murderer. Erthian might die.

"Fuck," Demian let out a long sigh.

"I'm fine, Demian."

Jessica's words appeared in her mind again, and Demian spontaneously just pressed her palm in the eyes. He closed his eyes tightly, as if trying to dampen the shadow of Jessica in his mind that seemed so real. Demian doesn't want to remember Jessica, not when those memories are bad memories that haunt her sanity.

Demian just wanted to remember her Jessica as a kind-hearted friendly girl. Demian did not want to think of the face holding back the cries, hurt or nelangsa. Demian did not want to imagine how hurt Jessica would have been lately.

"Demians..." Like a hammer, a figure Demian did not expect to appear and greet him. That woman-Selina, who else if not her-come in a disgusting thin evening dress. Demian felt a forbidden determination gushing through his mind, inciting him to throw Selina down from the fifth-floor balcony.

Maddened.

'Am I crazy?' Demian grimaced at his own thoughts.

"Why are you alone here?" Selina spoke again, although she had previously been ignored. "You can get cold outside."

Talk to yourself who only wears that groin dress!

"You know you can't ignore me forever, Demian. Not after what happened between us."

Demian's gaze tapered sharply. "If you still want to breathe in this house, Selina. I suggest you don't come near me anymore."

"Demian..., didn't you enjoy what happened that night?"

"Haaaa..., hahaha...," Is this woman joking? "You're delusional, Selina. If it wasn't for Erthian playing his tricks like a bastard, to the death, you would never have had any chance at me."

Selina clenched her hands.

Despite feeling humiliated, Selina did not feel Demian's rejection was enough to break her resolve. Selina believed that if she insisted, she would be able to melt Demian's heart of steel for him. He just needs to prove his love to Demian.

"What's wrong with me, Demian? I've said many times I like you! I...., even though you've left me all these years, my feelings for you haven't changed one bit, Demian."

This woman is getting crazier, Demian thought back then as well.

Serving Selina would only prolong her annoyance. Demian chose to pitch from before Selina just like that. Forget about that obscure woman, there were a lot more important and main things that Demian needed to think about. Demian

"Demian, wait..." Selina held Demian's arm, no, rather than just holding back, she twitched in Demian's arm and pressed her chest there. Demian felt an incredible disgust once in physical contact with the female demon.

"Take me off!" resolute Demian, his eyes flashed full of wrath. If Selina had not let go, Demian would not have been reluctant to throw the woman off the balcony.

"Demian.., don't be like this to me." Selina seemed insensitive to Demian's reaction, no, she didn't care. He leaned closer to Demian even though Demian was showing hatred. "Although you don't like me, I'm willing to do anything to me, Demian. If you hate me, want to take revenge on me. Let me be your slave."

"I'm serious Demian, I'll give up my body just for you. I miss you so much, Demian. I would do anything to experience what happened that day. I want you to touch me back, Demian..."

Brugh!!!

One jolt, Selina who was attached to her body was pushed down onto the stone floor. Demian did not feel guilty in the slightest of being rude. In fact, if not for the little bit of humanity left in his mind, Demian would probably have walked up to the woman and retraced her face, over and over like stepping a cockroach to death.

But.., again, Demian still has a little humanity.

"Demian..," without letting Demian leave her, Selina crawled desperately and hugged Demian's legs tightly. A pair of women's eyes twinkled. He did not care at all about Demian's rejection of him, seeing that Demian had already returned on the same roof as him was enough to make Selina go crazy.

"Demian, don't leave me again, you want me, don't you? Just confess. Your father won't know anything. I'm serious Demian, I...., it's so wet now.., touch me Demian!"

"Ah, this is really sickening." Demian told himself. All the madness and obsession Selina showed reminded Demian of the reality of why she hated Bellamy's house so much. This place is hell for him! Everyone in this house is crazy!

If there was no solution but violence there, Demian would kick the mentally disabled woman off her feet. However, before he swung his legs, another figure came interrupting. Shout the peace of Demian's night with their irritating existence.

"What kind of disgusting sight is this?" Erthian appeared with a flanked stick on the left and right of his arm. Thanks to the punches and stomps that Demian had rained on Erthian this afternoon, Erthian could barely stand up.

Next to Erthian, Carlos breezed in as a security guard. He would be Erthian's shield in case Demian was about to hit his brother again.

While accompanying Erthian as well, Carlos was struck by the sight of Selina touching his own body while clutching Demian's legs. The woman seemed to lose her mind, Carlos looked away. Disgust is incredible.

"Selina..," said Erthian. He looked at Selina without any expression. "What's your life number two after your lust?"

"H-huh?" Selina looked at Erthian, her eyes foggy with passion. He was so excited just by clutching Demian's feet. Selina believes she can reach her climax just by sniffing the scent of Demian because the man is her dream. Selina was not even ashamed at all when her body was exposed here and there.

"You know you're still at Bellamy, don't you?" Erthian said calmly. "If you still want to breathe the next minute, I want you to stop being a pest on my sister's leg!"

"But Erthian..."

"Three!" Erthian countdown.

"I don't want to let Demian go..."

"Two! Carlos take out your gun."

"Alright, alright..." Selina pulled herself from Demian. The evening dress she was wearing had already sagged onto her stomach exposing her upper body that was wearing nothing. Selina believed Demian would love the sight so she deliberately exposed her body as much as possible in the presence of Demian.

"Erthian, you ruined my happy night with Demian."Selina mendumel.

Demian-after noticing Erthian and Selina-just waltzed away from there. Those two lunatics don't deserve his attention. Demian does not want to be close to the two because Demian believes he will end up being a real killer. Jessica wouldn't be happy if she was a killer.

"Poor," murmured Demian. He went down the stairs to his room. While descending one by one the stairs as well, Demian's eyes were again fixed on the glass window. To the pitch-black night sky.

Demian's mind was back. Thinking about something he should have forgotten. Thinking of the parcel he was supposed to burn once it reached his hands.

Demian recalled a blouse and jeans that were inside the parcel. The familiar Blouse was the blouse Jessica wore before she disappeared. Jessica's scent was still there.

Demian recalled how some of the buttons from the blouse were torn apart. Demian-without needing to wonder about the reasons-can imagine why the blouse was broken.

..."I'm fine, Demian."...

That word should mean calming. However, this was where Demian was now, imprisoned in hatred. Demian hates Erthian, but more than anything, Demian hates herself who is unable to protect Jessica. The girl even tried to calm him down.

Demian felt very useless.

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