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Post by Nefastus Eurus Caelestise on Sept 10, 2005 3:01:52 GMT
Featherless.
The demon looked to his hands, staring at the calice on them from so many years of fighting. They shook, unable to sustain the calm stillness they held previously. Black eyes didn't blink, strands of black hair strewn through his beautiful red. The body around him was not the same one he loved and hated so dearly.
The outfit Eurus wore today was completely identical to Ferrion's, only he was clad in all black instead of white. The leather buckles held assorted knives that were barely visible, rays of moonlight hitting the smooth metal and causing the small spots here and there to reflect it into the night.
One blade was driven into the dirt a few spaces away from his body between his legs as he sat against a tombstone, hunched over. Eurus looked like a mid-year student in the unwelcome graveyard. The menacing aura he held around himself had faded and gone.
Am I as fragile as those around me?
Eyes drifted from his hands to the blade in front of him. Leaning forward a bit more, a hand clasped onto the hilt and pulled it from the grey soil. The reflection he saw on the hilt was no longer the face he remembered. A child. The demon lord was withering day by day.
A snarl etched itself on his face, the other hand grasping an ear tail tightly and slicing it off. Then the other, eyes closed, the feel of the strands cascade down his neck, his chest, and land in his lap caused a feeling he had never felt before. Jaw slack, a trembling hand brought the blade back in front of his face. A glance at the blade sent a shiver down his spine. The hair was now the same length all around, and the ear tails didn't look to be growing back anytime soon.
Eurus was becoming mortal.
OOC: Only serious RPers please.
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Post by Lothani on Sept 10, 2005 3:30:30 GMT
The strangest of sounds passed through the graveyard, not matter who heard it. Plastic rubbing against plastic. Thighs against thighs. The legs and hips were wrapped in tight variations of black and red latex. Between the hips and her upper arms, again clothed the body plastic, was a deep mahogany colour, almost matching oddly with her short, unfastidious brown hair, crowned with a black leather chauffer hat she had long taken from a person she had draped the black sheet of death over.
Flashing amber eyes with a pool-like serum glazed past the figure so strangely hunched on the ground, passing over each and every grave stone. The aura to the figure against one of the graves could have been compared to two magnet ends being the same. Un-matching to say the least. Those strides of hers let her pass by the insipid demon, as if she hadn't even noticed such a creature. Each booted step made no sound, not letting their calls slip through time like they would on a wooden floor, unlike the snarl that had passed through the male's thin lips.
For the record, this fading demon seemed determined to masticate the lock of hair within his grip. That is, if he still held the strength. Many, many years she had been existing, and only once before had Lothani seen such a situation at hand. By now, the heeled boots had paused, slipping together in a very old-fashioned way. And after a moment, the female turned on one of them to gaze down over him.
"I would never have thought a demon, such as yourself, could become so despondent," spoke Lothani from above. Many could have assumed she'd have taken on a tone of frivolousness, had they not understood this plastic-covered thing. "Pray, tell, what's brought upon this change? Do you not even hold the appetent feeling of the kill?" The brown brow lifted itself a slight distance above the other, accenting the question.
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Post by Sam Nanten on Sept 10, 2005 3:51:03 GMT
(OOC) Just tell me if I'm unwelcome, and I'll am-scre.
(BIC) The steps of separate feet began ever-so-faintly at first, signifying the arrival of some distant visitor to this bleak and dreary place. Despite his casual and intent steps, the hazy smog of death that regularly floated around this place all hours of the day turned out to shadow the young man's features nicely; he did not wish to be seen. At least not by anyone whom would deem him familiar, and certainly not by anyone he may have infuriated with his activities. Of course, the separate part of his brain assured him that there was no need for such paranoia. It had been many, many long and eventful months since this young man had even been here, and it would be a wonder of the human psyche for anyone to even reckognize him.
Aside from that, this young Samuel Eelem Nanten was merely passing through. His hands jammed into his khaki pockets and his back relaxedly straight, his head tilted back and forth, lazily surveying each gravestone. He was looking for one that seemed to call out to him when he was last here, one that offered to keep a secret. And the young blonde was a man of many a secret. Albeit most of them were tangible secrets, specifically the baubles and jewlery the young man had purloined during his stay, it was still nice to have someone keep his secrets.
For you see, the young man was a thief.
There it is, Old Man Renzerbar. Sam rounded about to a typical gravestone, two spots down from the end of a row. Old Man Renzerbar was someone that Sam never met or knew in life. But it seemed that the Old Man deemed it destiny for them to meet, even if it was in his death. Sam had come across a detachable section of the head stone that could house all manner of objects one day, when he was eluding one of his teachers. And now, Sam came back for one of his other goodies. Giving the side a gentle nudge with the tip of his foot, a soft smile spread as he leaned down and examined the silver sword he had taken off the lycans' hands, or paws, if you will. Such a deadly and malignant treasure in the hands of those creatures, Sam was still dumb founded as to why they would guard it so fiercely.
Sam froze in mid thought. In the corner of his eye, reflected in his lens, there was a young man, seemingly close to Sam's age. He gulped, frantically wondering if there was someone that had seen him, if his shroud in the faint fog was not enough to hide it. He gulped, and pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. His chocolate brown irises examined the character, haunched over a grave. Though he did not appear to be mourning over the grave he was over, he still seemed quite grieved, if not troubled. His fingers pushed through his scalp, fluttering the feathery red, black tipped locks in front of his face. He also seemed to be conversing with another woman, deeply clad in leather. They seemed to be aqquaintances catching up, and an odd pair they were. Sam breathed. The man did not seem to see him. either.
(OOC) I'll stop here. Sorry I made it so absurdly long. This is his first visit here in a while though, so it'd be strange if I didn't illustrate the reason why, yes?
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Post by Nefastus Eurus Caelestise on Sept 10, 2005 6:00:03 GMT
The female voice brought the demon from his thoughts, eyes wide and blinking, driving the blade into the ground beside him. A small turn of his head let his eyes rest on the feet of another demon. A demoness. Eurus didn't look up as she finished speaking, letting the words soak in.
As soon as those painful words registered, Eurus grimmaced outwardly. Who was this, this child in comparison to him dare to speak to him like this? Standing, the demon looked Lothani in the eyes. He had slid into the same height as the demoness while he had brought himself from the dirt, lips pulled back to reveal a fanged growl.
Pulling a knife from a hiding place under a buckle, with a snap it was nearly touching the fair flesh on Lothani's neck. The golden spark in his eyes were gone. "And who might you be?" To him, he had died with Mai that night, unable to regain what he had lost.
Was it worth it? The knife dropped from her throat, and Eurus turned his back to Lothani. He probably even held the scent of a mortal by now. Bone wings erected from his back, stretching into the sky for a few moments before they dropped, resting comfortably at his sides.
The scent of another human passed his nose, but he chose to ignore it. It was too far away for him to care, and Eurus had more important matters on his hands. Eyes dropped to the blade stuck into the ground, then to slightly larger blade in his hand. If he was as powerful as his former self, he could've been able to send Lothani to the ground without even the need to move. So fragile he was.
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Post by Lothani on Sept 10, 2005 6:19:43 GMT
The response that the fading demon had so obviously wanted was never to come, acting as if he had never placed the knife to her throat. There was no way that he could have killed her on the spot. For one, he was too weak, almost worse than any human, and then came her immortality. "Must you greet another in such an incongruous manner? I have done no harm, have I?" Lothani replied in a calm tone, incongruousness floating just above the words she had uttered.
In the flicker of an eye, the Demon had picked up the small dagger that had been so apathetically pressed against her tanned neck, letting the hilt rest ontop of her right hand in a playful gesture. Amber pools watched almost eagerly as she toyed with the dagger, but soon switched back to the Demon who had moved to be level height with her. "I believe this belongs to you?" Lothani smirked temptingly as she spoke, holding the dagger by the blade between her fingers towards the humanoid Demon.
Nerves in her left ear twitched, saying that if she had been in the form she was trapped in for many centuries, the ear would have twisted around to listen for the human hidden. She would deal with him later. Perhaps a kiss of venom for him. If he were lucky, he could drag himself to the local hospital wing in the school to find some sort of antidote. However, not once had one ever been created.
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Post by Nefastus Eurus Caelestise on Sept 10, 2005 6:48:12 GMT
The taunting of the demoness pushed him too far. Spinning back around to face her, the back of his hand meeting with the demoness's cheek solidly. A crack echoed through the silence of the night, snapping Lothani's head to one side and sending her back a few steps.
"Do you enjoy taunting me?" Eurus said to Lothani with a raised voice, jaw clenched and hands balled into fists. Wings flexed, the ash-colored bone barely standing out in the night. "You don't know what it feels like to be rotting from the inside out, the strength in your body wither, watching yourself die slowly."
"f*** off," Eurus shouted at Lothani, shoving her down and slamming her back into the gravestone behind her. Leaning over her, his cold breath hitting her face, he glared at her. Was this enough to provoke something into attacking you? Eurus almost prayed Lothani had a gun to take to his head.
Standing back up, Gaftler turned and walked back to the gravestone his knife was by, leaning against it for support. That one action alone had taken up so much of his strength, and he felt like he needed to sit, but he wouldn't let any weakness show. Not to her.
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Post by Sam Nanten on Sept 10, 2005 16:26:22 GMT
Sam's eyes widened to become bigger around than his own glasses lens. As the two spoke, the male turned away, and a set of boney wings extended from his shoulder blades before retracting down once more. Moments later he whipped around and brought the back of his hand across the female's face. Though she had a very fair face not worthy of damaging, he could only wonder what it was she said to anger him so. Afterall, he was the one whom held the knife to her throat. The physical antagonism continued as he shoved her against a gravestone, but despite his sharp hearing, they were still too far away to actually make out anything clear, short of 'F*ck off.' And yet the girl seemed to do nothing.
And in that moment, it hit him. The two of them were demons. If not from the blatent tip-off from the man's bone wings, the assertion made itself more obvious from the long black tail that floated about intuitively between the girl's legs. What was unusual though, was the man. Even though he was the one giving a fight, he in turn staggered away like he was taking the beating. Sam's sharp sight even gave way in light of this drastic development.
His knees began to give way, much like the physiological 'fear' one feels when they experience heights that they don't see on a normal basis. Sam used the three foot silver blade as a crutch to lower himself to the ground, and sat up against cold Old man Renzerbar, obstructed from the others. Sam remembered. The images of the bloody river splattering the streets and building walls of the fishing town flashed before his eyes. The feeling he had now was much like before, only this time he had not slumped to the ground with his calves caked high with blood. Out of all the creatures he had experience with, demons were by far the most cruel and malicious.
Why.....why can't I move?? I have no interest in the business of these monsters! His teeth clenched and bared as Sam worked desperately to regain control of his extremities. Desperate, frantic, he was no better than an old man staring at death in his bedroom's doorway. All he needed to complete the moment, as well as the comparison, was to wet himself. Maybe then he would find a way to regroup.
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Post by Lothani on Sept 11, 2005 0:40:47 GMT
It tingled the little sensation buggers within her cheek, the slap, but it was hardly anything to move for. However the force of the blow slid her feet back a few paces, causing her long, black tail –which was almost the length of her body- to sway, regaining the smallest bit of balance she had lost. Instead of moving as if a human would, to let her hand flow to the impact spot, Lothani swung the little blade between her fingers once again as she stood from the grave, holding enough meticulousness to never slice her delicate, tanned skin.
But there was all too much that she could see within his human-like mind. There was the error of his ways, not blocking out his thoughts from her. "But why would you say for me to leave, when you clearly don't want me to?" Lothani mused, locking her gaze directly with his as he turned around against the grave. Gold with amber. That long black tail swung around from behind her to tuck around the demon's waist, pushing him directly and forcefully against her body. And once he was locked there, the tip of her tail pressed hard against the lower half of his spine, increasing the pressure until there was a resounding sound.
Before the demon could respond to such pain, Lothani's arm was around the back of his neck, delivering his lips to hers. Passion thrived from the woman through to him, letting her tongue dance rhythmically with his own. Though she didn't let him dwell on the feeling, because the sharp canine of hers sliced lightly across his bottom lip, sending in toxins that would surely kill him in a day, slowly decomposing him from the inside out. But the pain, the pain that he would be feeling in just a few moments would make all of his bones feel like they had been shattered, every muscle shredded.
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Post by Nefastus Eurus Caelestise on Sept 11, 2005 1:31:13 GMT
Words. Like acid. Gaftler drove sharp fangs into his lower lip, eyes slid closed, shut away from the reality. What was reality? The beauty of a single drop of poison washing over the petals of a delicate white rose. The feel of your stomach twisting when you're forced to do something against your heart for the well-being of democracy.
A heart? What was that?
The moisture welled in his eyes, but all thoughts had escaped with the exhale from his lungs when Gaftler found himself pressed into Lothani. Hands gripped her shoulders, muscles tense, eyes betraying the feeling of weakness that intoxicated every nerve. Teeth barred and grinding into one another, one more futile attempt to free himself from the deadly grip of the demoness sounded deafly in his lack of strength.
Why even try?
A crack, brought a gasp to his lips, jaw slack and eyes wide, head tilted back with a moan of pain. Without the ability to think between the time of injury and the next assault, smooth lips met his in a violent embrace. Something inside of him, something lost, grinned at the feeling of something so divine, so passionate. Returning the love, Gaftler found himself driving his tongue into Lothani's mouth with a grin.
The slice on his lip was barely noted until a violence of a sort that had never raped his senses so ripped through his body. Retracting with a rush, nails drove into Lothani's shoulders with force. Gold lined the pupils of the demon's eyes, the scent of blood filling his nostrils. The pain was nearly unbearable, but more intoxicating then anything he had felt in a long time.
Forehead against forehead, Eurus stared into Lothani's eyes with a devious grin, pressed harder against her chest. Blood trickled down from the demoness's shoulders, the feeling of it run past the fingertips of the sadistic creature drove him into a state he couldn't back out of.
"f***ing beautiful," was barely a whisper, uttered into the silence of the night and drowned out by the senseless beating of his heart pounding in his ears. Tongue snaked out, licking Lothani's lower lip in a drawn-out manner, nails driving further past the flesh and into muscle. Biting down hard, Eurus latched onto the demoness's lip and pulled back, forehead still touching her's.
Blood spilled into his mouth from the teeth marks, running smoothly over his tongue like acid over flesh. He released the lip gently, licking the wound just as tenderly, eyes locked with Lothani's. The burn in his muscles increased as the blood in his body began to turn hot, driving him into a lustful rage. Moving his head slowly towards her shoulder, his cheek slid against hers, brushing her neck, until he stopped inches away from the stream of blood running down her chest.
The scent filled his nostrils, tongue licking up the small stream. Eurus kissed the puncture wound, lips lined with the crimson liquid, rising to meet the gaze of the demoness once more. With a snap, Eurus had grabbed the corner of Lothani's lip and bit down hard, tearing at flesh and driving his fanged teeth in deeper and deeper...
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Post by Lothani on Sept 11, 2005 2:01:09 GMT
Only when he had driven his nails through her skin had she noticed his hands over her bare shoulders. The visage from the feeling of his hand being inside her was transcending through the threshold of her pleasure senses, forcing a lustrous smile to part her lips as her head leant back in an expel of euphoria. Lothani's amber pools stayed locked with the other Demon's eyes, just as strongly as her tail held him in place. The streaking blood of her own, filled with as much poison as her teeth, if not more, swam down over her latex covered breasts, and snaked down the side of her stomach, falling into the crevice that was Eurus and Lothani.
It was a dear compliment, more than anyone would or could have even imagined, "f***ing beautiful," which was accented by his fingers yet again slicing through her shoulder, almost caressing the metal-like bone. It stretched out her smile just that little bit more, her eyes filling, rippling with ecstasy, only to have flowed away with her bottom lip being pierced. It wasn't the pain, but it was the seemingly perpetual lust that forced her tongue back into his mouth, as if roving for the centre of his life. No one could have ever understood or felt the tenacious, insatiable ecstatic feeling of pleasure that two demons held hand-in-hand.
Eurus had broken away from the kiss, letting him be released by her force, but still she held him there, with her hand delicately pressing at the back of his neck, and her tail wrapped tightly around his waist and broken back. He leant down to fill his senses with the scent of her venomous blood, and so she helped, pressing a little heavier with her hand. But then, before she could have registered, he had lifted himself upright again, and pierced her lip once more, almost tearing it off. The fine line was still there between pleasure and pain, adding and searching through her form the sensation of elatedness. A little, muffled cry of sensuality swelled up from within her throat.
The hand that was at the back of his neck fingered its way through his locks of red hair to the back of his scalp, pressing his teeth and lips harder and harder against hers. One passing would have thought this to be some sadistic fight, which in a way, it was. The chauffer's hat she had stolen long ago fell from her head, letting her cropped, honey-brown hair spill around her face, framing it beautifully. Letting the kiss flow into eternity in the air once again, Lothani let her lips press against his cheek tenderly, sending electric sensations from her. It lasted long moments, before her lips parted to make way for her canines to bite down, allowing his blood to flow into her welcoming mouth.
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Post by Nefastus Eurus Caelestise on Sept 11, 2005 4:32:09 GMT
The euphoric feeling of his own blood being drained from his body made his chest heave, drawing in deeper breaths as he released the mutilated cheek, kissing it tenderly. The locks of hair that flowed down from her head when the hat had dropped caught his gaze. Eyes slid from Lothani's lips to the delicate honey-brown locks, rolling his tongue over his own spliced lips.
The form-fitting black muscle shirt he wore was stained with Lothani's blood, sticking to his chest and abdomen. Placing small butterfly-like kisses on Lothani's smooth skin, he worked his way down to her chest. Hands pulled themselves from the flesh in her shoulders and brought them to her waist, gripping tightly and wrapping one arm around her lower back.
Nails sunk into plastic, scratching the tender skin underneath as he gripped Lothani's side tighter. Eurus pressed his lips to her collar bone, the smell of burning flesh lingering as his lips left a mark on the flawless surface. Licking the demoness's neck, he drew his tongue back into his mouth at the base of Lothani's ear. Teeth clamped down gently on her ear lobe, swallowing back the blood pooled in his mouth.
"Stupid b****..." came out weakly when he released her ear, kissing it gently between breaths. Resting his head against the side of hers, a hand snaked up her back and rested in the space between her shoulder blades. The honey-brown hair rested against his face, flying up just a little every exhale.
Dragging his hand resting on her lower back across, slicing the plastic and her back open and letting the blood run down. "I asked..." A small movement of his head was all he could make, wings arched over his feature as the poison in his system took another blow to his senses. "... For you to leave..." Eyes slid closed, gripping the demoness to him tighter as he felt his legs become weak, but only for a few moments.
Nails drove into the demoness's back, sliding in until the tips of his fingers had entered Lothani's body. Then he clenched his hand, tearing it open wider, blood flowing freely and in earnest down his hand. Lifting his head from its resting position, he pushed his lips against hers in a violent rush, blood from the wound ripped open in her cheek running over his tongue as he slid it into her mouth.
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Post by Sam Nanten on Sept 11, 2005 5:53:03 GMT
You have got to be freaking kidding me.
A few long, straining moments after the redhead had pushed the demoness against the tombstone behind her, Sam had mustered the strength to turn himself over and peer around Renzerbar's resting stone, only to find the two tangled together. It seemed to be a grapple of sorts, and oddly enough, the shorter female seemed to be over powering the redhead.
It was only til their upper bodies swayed somewhat that Sam noticed they were also very joined at the....mouth. While it may be a mere human conception, Sam only felt the moment grow more and more morbid regarding their choice of....consumating their relationship. Or whatever the heck demons called weird stuff like that this week. The only consistancy that was maintained in this encounter was their unbridled passion for each other, and for all Sam knew they probably thought the location to make the moment more suiting.
Not Sam, though. He knew he wanted his first kiss to be someplace far less gloomy than this. Despite his inexperience with the topic, he had a fair idea of where the demons' four-play would go to next.
I....really don't feel like being the strawberries and whipped cream for their little sex games, as I'm sure that's the only role humans can play when caught in a situation like this. Have fun, kiddies! and with that, he used the sword again to let himself rise to his feet, brush himself off, and regain his bearings. The thief wrapped his prize in a cloth and hid it beneath his clothes, and checked where he had come in. Slowly fading into the fog once more, the blonde had no idea of the (quite literally) venomous twist the exchange held for the redhead. So unfortunate, was he lost.....
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Post by Nefastus Eurus Caelestise on Sept 11, 2005 7:14:07 GMT
OOC: lol! That's the perfect way to open a post like that. I love it. XD
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Post by Lothani on Sept 11, 2005 9:51:02 GMT
The more venom that would seep into his blood stream, the quicker he would die. This demon would be in a lot of trouble very, very soon. A little groan forced its way out through her throat as he retracted his human-like fingers from deep in her shoulders, to end in a cat-like hiss hinted with ecstasy when he had tightly grabbed the demon's waist. Though her skin was indeed tender, it was very thick in comparison to any human's. Almost twice the width. It was almost as if this Demon couldn't pick up the fact that she was enjoying what was happening, and was attempting to make her crack from pain.
Only humans did this easily, and he was closer to being human than she. The sizzling skin at the base of her neck smoked for just a few moments, seeping through her sensitive nostrils. All too many times she had forced the same instance on another, so it wasn't that much of a new feeling. But it wasn't a smart idea, if he didn't want to die, when he had bit down into the lobe of her ear. Poisonous blood spurted into his mouth, adding to the danger he was in. Or maybe, the danger that was in him. "Stupid b****" he had gasped, his breath caressing the skin on her ear.
The wound in her back wasn't too deep, but what she classed as deep would have been through the other side. He spoke, again in a gasp and a whimper as his legs seemingly collapsed from beneath him. From the same little wound he had caused in the small of her back, he had sliced it open wider, scratching against the bone. Where he would normally have dug out bone marrow, flowed out pure poison as quickly and as numerously as blood. Again, she let out a cat-like hiss, which was cut off by the furious kiss he had launched onto her.
The amount of venom this demon turning human was taking was cutting his time of life in half, and she would be surprised if he lasted the night. One, two, three, four, five. The fifth time his tongue had ran itself over hers, Lothani's canines bit down, biting off the tip, which was only a few millimetres really. And like she had just done, the Demon did the same with her own tongue, letting her deadly blood flow strongly into his mouth. After letting a considerable amount leak through, Lothani pressed her forehead against his firmly and pulled from the kiss. Almost too easily she whispered, "But you don't want me to leave, do you? You like the company, you like what I'm doing…" she rebuked
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Post by Nefastus Eurus Caelestise on Sept 11, 2005 11:21:47 GMT
Eurus knew exactly what the demoness's blood held. He knew exactly what he was doing. The pain of the tip of his tongue being removed was silenced by the screaming sounding in his entire body. Body almost completely numb, he wouldn't be able to feel it if someone shot him in the gut.
His death was inevitable now. Gripping Lothani tighter, his head met with her shoulder as his legs buckled. A noise escaped his lips as his legs buckled underneath him completely. Eyes closed, the sound of his heartbeat sounded in his ears, boots sliding back as he slowly fell to the ground. Grip slackened, he collapsed at the demoness's feet in a heap.
"I'm not dead yet..." came the demon's weak response, resting his head on Lothani's boot. Blood soaked features adorned the demon, blood spilling froom the corner of his lip as he stared off into the dark graveyard. How fitting, that the place of his death would be such a place. How could you die, without ever being alive?
Fingers snaked through the dirt, running across the cold surface. He didn't even know the demoness's name... was he always such a whóre? He only did it to die with at least his wings. Did it matter?
Memories came flooding back to him, shards of the past he hadn't remembered in so long surfaced. A choke came from his throat, the feel of real tears streaming down his face. Was he to die like this, rotting away with a pound of venom injected into his body like heroin into an addict? Everything about this moment seemed to drift away.
So tired....
"I should've watered my roses... before I came here..." Eyes blinked lazily, breaths slowed and relaxed to the point of gross inconsistency. "Sirius... and Neverse... I told them I would be back... they're still waiting for me..." The chill of the night breeze against his flesh didn't register in his mind. Jaw slack, lips parted, a long exhale lifted particles of dirt into the air.
"... Mai ..."
Where are you when I need you the most? The day she had come alive at the lake was the happiest moment of his life. He had never found someone so beautiful before...
Was it his turn to die, just like her?
I need you...
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