107 Abstinence of Cliche

POOF

two black figures appeared from nothingness in a misty forest road. A thick scent of dirt and leaves erupted as layers of ground broke beneath them. But in the mist, everything stayed silent. The trees stayed silent, even when the mist became clear. Worms lost their burrows and soil stuck to the branches of once moist and clean trees. 

CHIRP CHIRP

A red silhouette of a bird escaped the disturbance, flying off towards a bright light in the sky, the sun.

An unknown world, a new dawn. Another beginning.

"Ugh… Grey, how the f**k do you still look fine? There's dirt all over you, but you're still as hot as- nevermind what I just said, I am as straight as a 'y=mx+b.'" Blue blushed very slightly before reminding himself that he was into women. 

As one could expect, devilish beauty is not to be underestimated. An angel's grace is forever dwarfed by a devil's temptation.