The Angel taken by a Demon

~~My back burned and screamed as they ripped them off at an agonizingly slow pace designed to make me suffer more. To sear this memory into my very flesh and if my vocal cords weren’t being torn apart by my shrieks, I would have told them this is a moment I could never forget. The day I lost my ebony wings. The day I fell because I fell for a demon.        
But he was oh so beautiful. He did not have horns and red skin. Nor did he posses claws and overly large pointed teeth. No, he had hair the colour of coal and eyes of sapphire. His skin flawless and a smile that made you want to hand over your bloody still beating heart. I was corrupted the moment I saw him. How could I resist?  
My shrieks were not in pain over my lost wings but in the loss I felt for the demon who now lay dead, eyes glazed and staring, only feet from me as I lay on the ice like stone covered in his blood and mine. His death on my hands. My target became my lover and so I doomed us both.  
I can still feel the knife in my hand and his warm blood slowly colouring my fingers crimson as I plunged the blade deep into his chest, my mission complete and my sanity destroyed.
Love does not save you. Love does not make you stronger. Love is a weapon of mass destruction.
And I would do it all over again.