Marcus had no trouble changing the subject but also knew that this might take awhile. He took another puff off his cigar and blew it out his nose. "We met in England around 1859. We'd both been wandering the earth for some time before then. I don't remember if she was already changing from grace but back then she was still mostly white, god she was beautiful", he said looking over his cigar, like it would tell him the story.<br/><br/>"At first we viewed each other as enemies, since our people did that sort of thing and still do mostly. But we were both in the same city and it eventually became very clear that we would be seeing a lot of each other. After about a year we started to act like friends, being a lot nicer to one another and things like that. But it evolved into something a lot more", he stopped for a second but continued. "We eventually found ourselves in each others arms, and damn it it was amazing. We were inseparable for a long time, living in a normal relationship that humans might share. It was love, no question about it, and I loved her deeply. Until then my sole existence had been pain and suffering the whole hell experience and it left a pain inside of me. She stopped that pain".<br/><br/>"For seventeen years we lived, I'd even asked her to marry me more than once, but we were forced to keep our relationship a secret. God was never happy when an angel laid with a demon and he punished them hard. To spare her from that I only showed my affection behind closed doors and never somewhere that may be watched. My only problem was jealousy. I cared about her so much that I couldn't bare thinking she would cheat on me with someone. Unfortunately that was a problem", he smoked another piece of his cigar, as if getting himself ready for the next part.<br/><br/>"At one point we started seeing each other less and less, as if we were fading apart. I didn't want that so I went to see her and when I was there I saw her and another man go into the bedroom we once shared. I was furious, so much so that I didn't think anything through, I didn't consider any possibilities. I followed them inside and stabbed my hand through the man's chest. He died immediately. Problem was they weren't lovers, he was her brother and they'd been discussing things that had happened, she'd been telling him about me. I didn't know what to do. I ran away and tried to lose her. Hide from my actions."<br/><br/>"After about a hundred years she found me, looking to avenge her brother. She'd gotten darker by then and the hate in her eyes was...horrifying. It took some time but I fought her off, I couldn't hurt her though, I just ran again. Until now I'd thought I'd been rid of her but...I guess not", he put his hand over his eye then. "Do you have any idea what it's like to watch the person you love holding nothing but hate and resentment to you? Having no one but yourself to blame for everything?", he tightly squeezed his fist and gritted his teeth as the smoke hid the only kind of tears he could produce, steam. "I've tried to kill myself every time our anniversary comes around, unfortunately I haven't been successful", he said as he finished his cigar and dropped it to the ground.