The devil created Salem. His perfect muse for destruction. His angelic beauty a facade covering that of his sinister soul. Malachi, the damaged soul, the broken man, his quirky smile that shows the guarded heart beneath.Knocking on my door covered in blood and gore, I wasn't afraid of their madness. Darkness seeped from their souls, clouding any joy, making it hard to ignore, but it excited me. Before them, I'd only known sadness and solitude. Now, I would be anything, do anything to please them. My soul craved them. I felt the pull to cause the same destruction and to be set free from the life I'd been living. Their passion was enticing.I'm the Bonnie to their Clydes. Would joining them be my undoing? Could I find the release I craved? Or will I take my final and last breath?We have a tendency to destroy all the light around us. Malachi and I have lead a tortured life, riddled with death and destruction.Finding her, our little monster, broken in all the right ways we wanted her.She may not have known it, but we were destined. Letting us in her home, she allowed us into her heart, body and soul. Now our darkness has claimed her. Can she accept us, or will she succumb to it?