I'll watch over the lovers (Pink Trigger)

The two of them didn't need me any more, nor did I feel right to intrude any further. Fellow reader of this story, you may judge me for my methods, but you cannot deny my results, can you? I'd done my duty, as a demon of love. I removed the glasses and watched with my own eyes now.

Of course, they didn't stop. George may not have had my magic Pink Trigger to revitalize the strength of his own member, but he had the stamina of youth and the passion of a lover. His lips touched Shannon's breast, then her lips. He cradled her lovingly, lying in the gazebo with her. Soon enough, both were naked, their young bodies entwined, dripping with the unavoidable touch of rain and the sweat of sex. They didn't care who saw them now. It was just a more advanced form of the passionate vow they already planned to exchange. I could hear them crying each other's names, more passionately in love now than ever before, but with the desperation of knowing that their circumstances could never allow them to experience this life again. Even without the coming ****, of which they were surely ignorant, they knew that under Eva's watch and the family's expectations, this perfect night would never visit them again.

I couldn't let them miss this. I wanted them to savor it.

Ah... I wanted to warn them. Move into the shed. Find somewhere safe. This rose garden isn't safe. There's a killer about! But what good would it do? The two of them should just enjoy every last remaining second as husband and wife.

I saw a figure moving in the darkness. It was either the witch or one of her minions.

If I could buy them just a little more time, I wanted to. I would take their place on the demon's roulette, if need be.

I approached the figure, bowing as elegantly as a great demon should, despite my rain-soaked, sloppy appearance. Greetings. My name is Hip. I am one of the great earls of hell. These two lovers are under my protection and counsel. If you wish to separate them, you'll have to kill me to get to them. I loaded my revolver and pointed it in the shadowy figure's direction. Step forth and face me! It's time I did some good for the people I love!

I saw the killer's face. I felt my hands shake and a second later, I dropped my gun. I knew I couldn't kill them. I gained some understanding in that moment that what I call the witch's curse is my own curse.

The rules of this story are my own. I can't kill because I wouldn't kill. Therefore, I have not been written to kill.

I love every character in this story. Even the murderers.

The killer's gun discharged. I fell to my knees, then tumbled to my side. Even then, I could see that George and Shannon were not disturbed. Good... Good. Don't think about murders. Don't think about fantasy. Don't consider the mystery or its answers. Forget all you know of demons and witches.

Love as unquestioningly as I do.