Devils Heart

* Hello Everyone :)  Ok so this is not a new story, I am just replacing the chapters with the corrected ones.  I do apologize that I had postsed this with re-reading it first.  I hope you all enjoy it, and I look forward to the reviews :)*

Humans are strange creatures.  They never seem to make any sense at all.  One minute they want your attention, your love, your devotion, and the next they are telling you to take a hike, calling you a freak, and spitting in your face.  They fear what is different from them, but only after they find out that you are different.  You look like them, but are not them, because you come from something different.  It doesn’t matter that one of your parents was human, all that matters is that the other was not and that in itself gives them a right to shun and hate you.

It’s any wonder that they haven’t completely destroyed themselves.  All their wars have been started mainly because they have found something to fear in the other group that they are fitting with.  History shows this best when you look at the Civil War in the US, where they were killing their neighbors simply because they didn’t want to own black slaves any longer.  Bu the greatest evidence of human ignorance would have to be World War II, and the genocide that was committed against an entire group of people, simply because they weren’t German, but living in Germany.  The hundreds that died during those years, is still the highest number in history, and only goes to prove my point that humans fear what is different, whether those differences can be seen or not.

You might be wondering who I am and how I know so much about how humans perceive things that are different, and you have a right to ask.  My name is Dante, and I am a half devil.  Yup you heard me right, I said half devil, and in truth not the only one either.  I had a twin brother named Virgil, but he is no longer here, and through the many years that I have been around, I have met my fair share of devils, and half devils alike.

We are hated, and feared, and really there is a good reason for it.  Many of my kind have hunted and fed of the humans and for that reason alone, they have the right to fear us.  The only problem is that not all of us feel the need to do harm to people around us, and yet we are hunted and hated just as much as those who have done harm, but I’m rambling, and, getting away from my point.

What follows is the story of how I met another like myself, but who didn’t know the love and warmth that I had, had the joys of knowing.  The love of a mother and of what it was like to have friends that care for, and don’t turn their backs on you the moment they realize that you are different from them.  This story is one of love, and of two people coming together.

It started when my friend (and I say the term loosely, seeing as she usually tries to shoot me whenever she comes by) Lady came into my office with a job…