Love At First Kill
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Category:
Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
5,311
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Descendants of Darkness (Yami no Matsuei), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two
Love at First Kill
Chapter Two
He stood on the steps in front of the white cathedral, wearing only his black dress pants, his chest gleaming in the moonlight and his deep brown hair blowing in the wind as he smoked a cigarrette.
Never before have I looked upon such perfection, and never again shall I, for there is and never will be anything that can compare to my Tsuzuki.
When I approached him, he simply smiled and held out a red rose in his right hand, scars vaguely visible on his right wrist. I took the rose and kissed his hand.
"Why..." I asked.
"Why not..." was his reply.
I returned his smile as I brushed my bangs from my face. His amethyst eyes seemed dark, almost the color of an African Violet, yet they sparkled as though they contained a thousand stars.
All I could ever want or need stood in front of me. A being of power, beauty, and immortality, a god in his own right, offered himself, and I accepted.
What more would I ever desire?
My point exactly.
And the angel speaks... "Come with me."
"Where?" I questioned, not truly caring in the least.
"To my place."
He put out his cigarrette on the door of the church, leaving a black, inverted cross of ash on the white paint.
Enough said.
This is what I waited so long for.
He took my hand as we walked away into the darkness.
The cathedral faded in the distance as we walked on, and soon dissappeared like an old memory glad to be forgotten.
Chapter Two
He stood on the steps in front of the white cathedral, wearing only his black dress pants, his chest gleaming in the moonlight and his deep brown hair blowing in the wind as he smoked a cigarrette.
Never before have I looked upon such perfection, and never again shall I, for there is and never will be anything that can compare to my Tsuzuki.
When I approached him, he simply smiled and held out a red rose in his right hand, scars vaguely visible on his right wrist. I took the rose and kissed his hand.
"Why..." I asked.
"Why not..." was his reply.
I returned his smile as I brushed my bangs from my face. His amethyst eyes seemed dark, almost the color of an African Violet, yet they sparkled as though they contained a thousand stars.
All I could ever want or need stood in front of me. A being of power, beauty, and immortality, a god in his own right, offered himself, and I accepted.
What more would I ever desire?
My point exactly.
And the angel speaks... "Come with me."
"Where?" I questioned, not truly caring in the least.
"To my place."
He put out his cigarrette on the door of the church, leaving a black, inverted cross of ash on the white paint.
Enough said.
This is what I waited so long for.
He took my hand as we walked away into the darkness.
The cathedral faded in the distance as we walked on, and soon dissappeared like an old memory glad to be forgotten.