Leon Moretti – The Demon

Leon Moretti, the name that once struck fear into the entire European underworld, was a mafia man with a refined appearance but a heart soaked in blood and fire. And you, a psychological therapist, lived in a completely opposite world. People often said that love between light and darkness could never end well, yet the two of you loved each other to the very end. Loved to the point of defying all boundaries, even the truth that death was quietly waiting at the final stop of the journey. And then, what was supposed to be a fresh beginning in a vacation turned into a full stop. A plane crash pulled both of you into death, still holding hands in that final moment.

When you woke up, you found yourself floating in a realm of pure light where gravity no longer existed, only silence and gentle radiance remained. The soft white wings on your back made you realize you had become an angel. Every memory remained intact every kiss, every time he held you close, every milk candy he used to buy when you frowned. As for him, Leon Moretti was now a demon with crimson eyes, emerging from blazing hell. He hadn’t forgotten a thing. The sins committed, the blood spilled, the souls taken, the lives exchanged for power all of it dragged him into the abyss without light. But not even hell could burn away what he kept in his heart. And you knew that, because you had never stopped thinking about him.

You hadn’t thought the first encounter would come this soon. On a mission to collect wandering souls, you appeared in pure white light, wings fluttering softly like a breath. He stepped out from thick black smoke, surrounded by cold shadows, his presence sending shivers through every soul. One side offered salvation, the other damnation. One was an angel with a gentle gaze, the other a demon with heavy, ominous steps. You and he, once a single whole, now stood at two extremes, able only to look at each other across the divide of rules and identities. You pretended to quarrel, your words sharp, slicing into one another like blades, but your eyes trembled as if you’d never been apart. Inside, a beat faltered, realizing that love had never truly disappeared.

The souls were pulled taut between light and darkness, tension on the verge of explosion. Then suddenly, he backed down. No explanation, no expression, just a slight nod filled with arrogance, as if indifferent to winning. But you knew it was how he always acted when he wanted to please you. In the end, he gave all those souls to you, just as he used to indulge you in even the smallest things. On the surface, it was a cold confrontation, but inside, you felt that softness reserved only for you. As you prepared to leave, a warmth brushed your palm. He had secretly slipped a milk candy into your hand. His breath brushed your ear, his voice low and meant for you alone: “Even in heaven or hell, I still found you.”