How Love Stories Should Be Written
He gazed her across the dinner table in the candlelight. She giggled, blushing and looking away, “Please, you’ve been staring at me all night.” “I can’t help it,” he gushed, reaching to take her hand gently in his, “Every time I see you, you’re more beautiful.” She touched her reddened cheeks, “Aww, thank you.” But she seemed to be distracted when she said it, almost saddened by his words.
“What is it,” he asked, “I hope I haven’t offended you.” She quickly shook her head, “No! No, please. You have been so wonderful, and my time with you has been so amazing, and I... I can’t lead you on like this.” He took his hand away, concern written on his face, “Wh... what do you mean leading me on?” She began to tear up, but she steeled herself, “I have to tell you something about myself, but I’m afraid you won’t love me anymore.” He smiled at her, “My love... nothing could ever make me stop loving you.”
She took a few deep breaths to steady herself them reached behind her head, unzipping the flesh suit. Her pretty brown curls were replaced with long antennae, red lips for dripping pincers, pink dress with a shiny black exoskeleton, and instead of her soft hands, she had eight skinny black legs. She refused to look at him, unwilling to witness his horror, “This is the real me. You say you’d love me no matter what, but how can anyone love me?”
He sat in silence then abrupdtly stood up from the table. He kneeled before her, taking her spiny leg, “I also have a hard truth to share with you, my love.” He tore away his face to reveal a fanged Lovecraftian horror with jagged teeth, green and red slimy scales, jagged claws, and a barbed tail like a scorpian. She gasped at him, “But!... You!”
“I know,” he whispered, “I am Drakthorian. Your people’s sworn enemy. For millenia, the Drakthorians and V’lkj”ynian have battled bloody wars in space and time. Destroying worlds in their path. But, alas, I have fallen madly in love with you. On my life, I swear no harm will ever come to you. Will you... will you enslave this world with me? Would you rain hellfire and doom on this wretched planet and create a new species with me?” She took his extended maw in her spinned quills, “Yes, my love! I will! For all eternity!”
And so the once sworn enemies became the death of Earth together. Turned the waters red with blood, destroying world governments, and filling the air with ash and fire. Together, they had over a million doom spawn which ravaged the Earth and left no survivors, fleeing from their home planet to destroy planets of their own. But they both stayed on Earth, where they would always call their home, unconditionally in love until they both reduced to acid together watching the red sun explode like a billion fireflies.