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The Fate and Emotions of a Demon on Earth 9

Sad dream

“Good night”, she said. She saved my life
Yes, but she doesn’t know my past, motivation, and will
Her heart is over all the hearts here. In the world
Yes, hmm. Yes, she has a great diamond heart

“She knows your past, motivation, and will”. Said Master Satan
(Mastar Satan is not the Satan. Master Satan is a priest of Satan.)
“Yes, but she is too far. An angel. Amazing lady, A dream.” I said
“Look, you left hell. Your life has lived here for fifty-five years.” He said

“Yes. My age is fifty-five. I am still alive, bad dream this life.” I said
“Bad dream, your life. The past. Nights, alcohol. Passed women, loves.”
                                                                             Said an unknown entity
“Yes, you are right. Passed women. Sad feeling. I feel like a serial killer.”

“They needed your life.” Said Satan. 
“Yes, their deaths are not William’s fault.” Said Catherine, the angel
“My fault. I am a sinner. I am sorry, these ladies.” I said to them
“Talk about it later.” Said Satan

Hmm. This was a present from my dream. Just sleep, just dreaming 
Delirium tremens. Shock. My life. I can’t recognise. Deep memories
Sleeping soul, but living life. Sharp fantasy, turning into life. For style

I can’t control. Never life. But I can, the imagined world. Real desire
This ocean’s waves are taken in the deep. No love. No love here
No woman with disgusting psychology. No directly, no indirectly
“Talk about it later.” Said Satan

My life is lonely
Live alone
Like a forgotten 

“But you like this.” Asked Master Satan
“ You must choose. Your present life or I.” Said angel
“ Here is the answer. I want an expanded life.” I answered

“But you like this life situation.” Repeated Master Satan
“It gave me a special life and a fantastic atmosphere for my life.”
                                                                                          I answered
“Yes, but is not a human like. You live here in a different dimension.”
                                                                                        Said a lady
                                                                                        Unknown

“I live my nature. I don’t want to live given life. Just mine,’ I said
“That's correct.” Noted Satan 
“Because that isn’t organised by your mind.” Said the angel

“Catherine, Catherine…” I moaned
“How do you know my name?” Angel asked
“In my dream life, I see your mind,” I answered

But we aren’t in any of the dreams. This is reality. I thought it
“Reality, but it is one of the othersides.” Said Catherine
“But I want to stay here, I don’t want physical life,” I replied

“If you want me, then you must come back!” Catherine shouted
“This is outrageous! Outrageous! Love between my demon and an angel!!
It’s horror! Horror!” Satan was indignant. Satan raged and raged.
“How could this happen? How?!” Asked Master Satan

Now dream
I can’t remember
Deep darkness
Lost memory
Death’s life

Shock, push, blow. Shock, push, blow, Shock…. On my chest
“Wake up! Wake up! Open your eyes!!” I heard a kind female voice
My vision is blurry. I see blue eyes and a nice red-pink smile
“Where am I?” I asked. “In the Central Middlesex Hospital”,
                                                                                came the answer 

“I am your nurse.” She continued
“ I remember you from the dream of my death. Cathrine”, I said.
                                                                                            “Am I alive?”
“Yes, you are welcome back.” She said. “Sleep!”
"I love you, Catherine."
"I love you, too, William."
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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February 26, 2026 at 2:59 AM
Nice you have a lot of fans :)
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