Well here, the same only from his point of view, how he feels.

Futile love

From his perspective

Silently, without a word, I sit here. I would love to hug you, kiss you or even caress you. Maybe more in the end, but I can't. How I would like to tell you that I love you more than anything, but it's forbidden. I have heard that a demon must not confess his love to an angel, otherwise both will be punished by the angels more cruel. And I don't want to hurt her. I have no idea what happens if I tell you, but hug and kiss and so I ignore you. Try to show yourself that it shouldn't be allowed. Again and again I feel your eyes on me, how you look at me disappointed, sad and longingly. But then I have an idea, you don't have to say or express love I will bring you something, something that proves my love to you in silence so that no one will notice. So I get up, again I feel your, this time questioning, look on me.Again I treat you like air, but I swear in my mind, it hurts me almost as much as you, only that it hits worse. With quick steps I leave the shabby hut. I want to hurry so much, but my wings have no strength and so I go up the mountain, with quick steps. I once heard of a flower that is very rare and difficult to find. But I also noticed that you love flowers more than anything, they will be my gift to you, I hope you wait as long as I need.

I finally found the flower, it is really beautiful, but next to you it would certainly fade. In the meantime I'm soaking wet because it started to rain, I am aware that it almost always only rains when something bad happens. A queasy feeling is spreading in my stomach, I hope you are still sitting there, hope you are not too hurt. My pace accelerates, as does my heartbeat.My hair is stuck to my face, I can already see the hut, I am walking quickly towards it. Almost frantically I pull the door open, look where we both sat for 3 days, but you are not there. I look around until my gaze catches on you. Leaning against the wall, sitting on the floor, you hold your arm, it is covered in blood. You put on a small smile when you close your eyes. I run to you take you in my arms, now everything comes out of me, I cry for you. I confess sobbing that I love you, but you are no longer alive. As soon as I had spoken these words and when the first tear fell on you, a hole opened beneath us. I hold on to your lifeless body, I don't want it to be true. We keep falling until we stand in front of Lucifer. The most feared demon of all of us and lord of hell. I look directly at him grinning, almost laughing, apparently he was just waiting for it. Now my punishment will come.He takes my angel from me, ties me to a pole so that I can only see straight ahead. I don't think about anything until something happens. It hangs in front of me on a tangle of roses with sharp spikes, my dead angel. It is placed so that I can see it all the time. She is so close to me and yet I cannot reach her. I understand my punishment, I have to look at it for all eternity while it waits in vain for me.