Well that dream was ... terribly depressing. Classic love story, though. Demon leaves hell because it's sick of all the endless murdering, borrows a girlsuit (shut up, Miles), falls in love with a boy who's nothing special except he's everything the demon isn't, Hell sends people to come collect said stray demon, human doesn't understand and thinks his best girl was taken to Hell for no reason, human uses demon's book of summoning to summon
that exact demon, demon doesn't want human to be damned for loving it, demon tries to get human to think that girl is a badass killing machine, human endures, human orders demon for girl, demon puts girlsuit back on again and explains things and that it's not worth saving, human goes home and burns book.
Yeah. I tell the person I love that I'm not worth it and it should just go. Meanwhile, demon me is stuck with eternal torment and permanently broken legs. I have to crawl on my belly for all time. I'm sure there's a metaphor there.
Sorry for the rambling, all, I'm just ... I don't know. I woke up kind of upset because of it.