"He saw her get weaker and weaker, she couldnt keep her eyes open much and he knew she couldnt fight anymore, her small form had taken such a toll and now he could see though she tried she just didnt have the strength anymore.

He picked her up gently being careful of her delicate wings and held her close. She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes twinkled like they usually did whenever she was snuggled into him. It was easy to tell she found comfort and security in the demon.

She never feared him and her kindness touched him deeply. He couldnt stop his guilt for not protecting her more.
A minute squee came from the small bat and he looked down and nuzzled her gently, giving her the security and love she had needed for all that time.

He felt her form take a last breath, then peacefully she drifted away content in the arms of her protector and guardian.

The demon could feel damp on his fur and discovered tears! It was unheard of a demon crying but the little bat had such an impact on him as she adopted him as family and father figure. He didnt care if any saw him now, he had lost what was truely precious to him. The world was just too cruel for such kindness to exist.

He held her, and let the tears fall. Now he knew true emptiness"

At work I drew this as I was feeling really miserable from everything that had happend. The story was something I thought up at the time.