The kiss was wonderful and yet he could not place his finger on exactly why. Could it be that he possibly, after centuries of loneliness and living the way he did, had feelings for a woman? What was it called â€“love he was sure. But how could someone who was incapable of fully understanding love able to even recognize such a feeling? That was another thing that had him curious while he continued to lock lips with her, feeling her up while he did so. The reality of it was indeed sad; he could never feel love to the full extent, and when he offered love it was only an imitation of what he has seen already. A demon cannot love. It was a rule, and it especially applied to this moment right now since it just so happens he was kissing a human.<br/><br/>He could not feel what she felt as they kissed, needless to say. How could he possibly be able to when he could never understand or real, true feel love? As passionate as he may seem it was all imitation, he wished he could feel it. For the first time, possibly in his entire life, he wished he could be human so he could fully experience these emotions without feeling sick. Deziel hated it and he expressed it by becoming a bit more violent with his kiss.<br/><br/>When she wrapped his arms around his neck, he had thought nothing of it at first, but being this close to her, he could not handle the excitement. His violence intensified for but a moment as he started almost biting her too roughly, starting to become a bit too rough, forgetting for a second that she was only human. Maybe he didnâ€™t care that she was human. He wanted her all to himself. She was his prey, his little toyâ€¦ whatever he was doing with her right now. Soon he didnâ€™t care that it made him feel sick â€“or so he thought, until the urge to vomit was much too strong.<br/><br/>He didnâ€™t just get off of her; it was almost like he jumped off of her. For a moment he just stood there holding his head and putting a hand over his mouth. His stomach felt like it was being torn to shreds, and even when he did his best to fight it the feeling would not go away. Deziel was not sure whether or not to be disgusted with the feeling in his stomach or the fact he actually kissed a human. Or maybe he was just disgusted with himself for being weak enough to let both things keep him from making a meal out of her. Love. The word began to make him cringe and he could feel his rage slowly coming back to him.<br/><br/>Turning back to look at her again, his expression was almost blank, wondering if she really did put a spell on him. Or poison himâ€¦ what if there was poison in her blood that made him feel this way? â€œIt is poisonâ€¦â€ he said suddenlyâ€¦