[ WP ] The love of a child can change people . A demon is summoned to control a girl . The demon becomes her protector instead .

The little thing was barely a sack with bones in it. The only clothing she wore, barely a sheet with a hole in it. She knew but a few mumbled words as she stared up into my eyes, but her defiance. Her defiance struck me the most. 
 
 Down in the deepest, horrid part of my essence. The pit were my wings once laid upon my back. The scar upon my head where my golden crown once burned. 
 
 I had just ripped the only other people she knew from existence before her, and yet, she looked at me as if I was just another junky on her wretched parents floor. So I turned to leave her. I can not fathom it now, but letting her live seemed more cruel then the scythe of my claws. 
 
'Wait. Th- thank you... C-c-could you take m-me with you...' 
 
 I could n't take another hooved step. The ache in my wounds was beginning to numb my plagued mind. This wretched little imp of a human, had just spoken. To a demon. I turned, expecting her fear to fill the room. 
 
 And she stood, shaking from the cold and hunger. When her eyes met mine, she was not scared, no. She possessed the most vibrant font of the only human emotion no denizen of hell could harm. 
 
 She loved me. In that instant. 
 
 Years later, as I held her dying form, she would whisper that she was always so alone. No one ever listened. No one ever turned back to her when she called out as they left her alone in the darkness, once again. And then, one night, a monster from hell, did.
