The sun had set, the night was rising, the world was going quiet and the darkness was coming; it was time for Yug'ulkarr, the goat demon, to emerge from the depths of Hell.

Through a pentagram of burned leaves and blood, the Hell-spawn stepped his cloven hooves on Earth’s soil with satisfaction, foretasting all the devilish acts he could do. He then stretched his humanoid yet beastly body, adjusting to the feeling of having a physical form; it came at the price of weaker senses and powers, but was necessary in this material world of ours. He could barely see and feel where he was but correctly guessed he was somewhere in the middle of a forest; his disciple wisely set the pentagram away from indiscreet eyes.
“Amy…” he whispered in his unearthly voice as a scent of blood reached his nostrils. For however weak his senses could be, the smell of mortal blood always hit him at full force; his disciple very wisely set a trail for him to follow.

Many other foolish mortals had dared to summon him in the past; for greed, for power, for vengeance… but not Amy. She was… different. The first time, she did it out of curiosity after finding a forbidden tome… and later, she did it not for sinful needs but as a mere form of escapism. She just wished to be able to shape her own future and experience a different life despite the opposition of her over-zealous patriarchal family and their strict, oppressive religious traditions…
He had happily obliged, his instincts telling him how such an innocent soul could be easily manipulated… and corrupted… but then something else arose in him, a feeling he never experienced before… a sort of… care… for this particular soul. She didn’t deserve eternal damnation… yet. 

Following the blood-scented trail she had left for him, the demon quickly arrived at her residence; it led to an open window up on the last floor. He climbed the wall and peeked inside.
“Amy…” he called, licking his lips. 
“Yug’ulkarr… is it you?” softly gasped a voice inside.
“Yes, my lady, I have once again answered your call.” 
After lighting a candle, Amy let the demon enter her bedroom and quickly closed the window behind.
“I hope the set up was alright… Did anyone see you come here?”
“Don’t worry… I’m a demon, remember?” he chuckled.
“Yeah… right…” she sighed, “I fear sooner or later… someone will find out… accuse me of witchcraft and…” A shiver ran through her spine at the thought of such a fate. “My father is getting suspicious lately, you know?”
The demon’s red shining eyes glowed at that. Grinning, he asked: 
“Do wish me to deal with him?”
“No! I mean… I… no. Tonight I summoned you for another reason…” she said, and shily took his hand in hers. “…I wish to talk with you…”

Yug’ulkarr was very surprised to say the least, but let her guide him towards her bed nonetheless. They both sat there, side by side, his long, arrow-tipped tail curling a bit around her shoulders while his taller form still towered over her menacingly; and yet, she didn’t mind it. She actually seemed to even admire his body, his horns, his dark fur…
“You already know about my family and what they expect of me…” Amy began, “How I never liked the idea of having to conform with their plans for my future… How I longed for something different, something else beyond someone’s family duties… something like free will… and then I found you, Yug’ulkarr…”
The demon was now listening closely.
“…You showed me… and let me experience everything I craved for. I enjoyed every bit of it… and felt so lucky to have met you...” she blushed; meanwhile, without realizing it, he was getting closer and closer to her. 
“Since then, I began wanting more… but after a while, I realized I didn’t actually want more of that… I instead wanted more of you. And I don’t care if you’re not of this world… If you’re a beast, a demon, the Anti-Christ or whatever. No man on this Earth could, or would, have given me what you gifted me with. So… before I continue… I must ask… for however weird or impossible it can be… if you also feel it. This… bond within us. A desire for the other… something like… love?”
As she said it, she turned towards him; he was now so close to her that his muzzle was less than an inch away from her cheek. Was he… leaning towards her for a kiss?

The demon suddenly gasped and retracted his muzzle away from her, realizing she was looking at him. What was he doing?
“N-no…” he stammered; Amy noticed for the first time a bit of insecurity in his voice.
“This… is not how it seems… I… am a demon… I’ve ALWAYS been one! I’m… TRUE EVIL, YES! I’m Yug’ulkarr, the dreaded goat demon… and corrupting the souls of mortals is all I do!” he said, panting. Wait, why was he telling it to her then?
“What?! No… it can’t be… you’re lying!” she replied with wet eyes and a trace of fear. “If it was true you would have already taken my soul by now, wouldn’t you?!”
He was dumbfounded; she was right. But he wouldn’t accept it.
“I… I was… I was just waiting for this moment!” he growled, eyes burning red with frenzy. “I shall take your soul NOW! YES! It was my plan all along!”
With that, he violently grabbed her neck and pinned her down on her bed. He positioned himself on top of her, chocking her, not letting her escape. She desperately flailed her arms and legs against him, gasping for air, but it was useless. She couldn’t believe this was happening, she didn’t want this… tears of horror ran down the sides of her head as she faced her doom.
“Can you feel it?! Your life slowly leaving your body at every gasp of yours?!” he shouted right at her face, tightening his grip on her neck, which almost dared to snap. 
“YES! Now I only have to… to…”

No. It was true. He didn’t actually want this. He didn’t know why, but he knew it was wrong. And just like that, he stopped.

Amy was as confused as him when he released her neck. Wasn’t he going to take her soul? After letting her take her breath back, he traced his thumbs over her eyes to dry her tears. Could even a demon feel affection after all?
“I don’t… understand… Could it really be… love?” said Yug’ulkarr.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips.
“I’m not sure… but I like it” he eventually told her, smiling.
Amy smiled back; the fear had gone, making room for a newfound trust. 
“Maybe… I could show you…” she said, caressing his head.
“Show me… then” he replied.

They consequently spent most of the night lovemaking. They hugged, they caressed, they kissed… exchanging feelings, romance… and more. His fur delightfully brushing against her soft skin, her warmth sweetening his stone heart… They enjoyed it all. 
For her, it was the fulfillment of a dream. No matter what her family wanted or thought of her, she was taking this moment for herself only, free from the binds of her family and society. For once, she did what she wanted, not what was expected of her.
For the demon it was not about lust… for once, it was genuine love, and felt incredible. Something previously unknown to him, for Hell-spawns were supposed to be so much out of God’s grace to only have evil feelings. But wasn’t this still oddly sinful in a way? A demon engaging in acts of love, with no less than a mortal woman, claiming her as his spouse… Why not? If she so despised her current life, he could try bringing her in Hell as an equal instead of a damned soul. Yug’ulkarr and Amy, Lord and Lady of the Inferno… yes… a match made in Hell… forbidden by family, forbidden by morality… forbidden by God.

“Thank God you finally arrived” said Amy’s father, opening the door to the Cleric and his assistants. “I assume you have already read my previous letter about my daughter’s recent… concerning behavior…”
“Correct” replied the Cleric, “and you couldn’t have been more considerate to warn the Holy Inquisition about it. Please, lead us to her.”
“Yes, this way… I’m so glad you are here… Just an hour ago I was awakened by unnerving sounds coming from her chamber!”
“What kind of sounds, may I ask?”
He didn’t need an answer however, since he heard them himself when they approached her room. Amy’s father became even more concerned; the Cleric got serious.
“Sir, I’m afraid you will have to step aside. This sounds worse than expected.” declared the Cleric, grabbing a silver crucifix and a flask of Holy water. His assistants did the same. Amy’s father silently obliged.

The inquisitors broke in. Everyone inside froze in shock for a second; there was just too much to unpack from that scene: Amy and Yug’ulkarr being discovered by the Holy Inquisition, and the inquisitors coming face-to-face with a demonic, goat-like figure who seemed to have been disgustingly copulating with the girl.
The demon reacted first, charging one of the intruders with a monstrous roar and impaling him with his horns.
Amy screamed in terror and pleaded for them to stop but was quickly silenced and restrained by another inquisitor.
“Surround the beast, purge it back to the pits of Hell!” ordered the frightened Cleric after seeing him murdering one of his assistants.
Yug’ulkarr tried conjuring fire to protect himself but was reached by a volley of Holy water flasks; the walls shook as he screamed in pain, the Holy water consuming his flesh. He was thus surrounded, the silver crucifixes preventing him from escaping. 
Amy had to watch helplessly the Inquisition kill the only creature who gave her true love, his body eventually dissolving in a horrible pool of black, oily blood.

 “Sir, we vanquished the demon, you may now come in” declared the Cleric, reassured. 
Amy’s father stepped in, still horrified but grateful for the Inquisition’s job. He then asked, uncertain:
“What will it be of my daughter now?”
Everyone turned towards her, their judging eyes meeting and crushing the pleading look in hers; she was too traumatized to answer back. Meanwhile, the Cleric instead kept switching his focus from her and to the bloody corpse of his unlucky assistant. 
“We all saw her sharing her bed, and body, with that demon a few moments ago!” eventually shouted the Cleric, pointing at her with anger. 
“I had yet to witness such depravity from a single woman… her soul has been clearly corrupted beyond reproach at this point!” he quickly sentenced. “Not even God can save her now.”
Amy looked at her father, crying. Despite everything, he was still her father… and what father would let anything bad to happen to his daughter? He would still care for her, wouldn’t he? He would at least try his best to save her, to protect her, to…
“So be it.” said her father, resolute.

A great and noisy crowd gathered in the square the following day. Men and women, elderly and young: all had come to see the burning of the witch. The Cleric made sure to give them a memorable speech while Amy was being tied to the stake. Her screams for mercy were met only with boos and insults from the commoners; they came there for the show, not for sympathy. Eventually the Cleric lit the pyre and when the flames caught her body, her cries reached the sky. 
The crowd smiled in excitement: the fire was too fascinating to ignore. Only the bells of the church managed to break the spell and set them home; the only thing left in the square were Amy’s ashes.