Temporary Separation

Flesh and teeth collided, inhuman wails of anguish echoed in the vast crumbling throne room. Bloody pierced bodies lay in various places. Those who still drew breath could only keep quiet as a man stood holding up the robes of a once beautiful blonde priestess who now screamed in pain as her tears mixed with blood.

"P..pleas-" Choking on her pleads as the heavy bruised and bloody fist once again connected with the woman's face.

As if hypnotized, the man didn't stop his brutality. Constantly restraining his full strength so the woman would live longer in pain. Occasionally a cold ruthless voice would sound in the broken room commanding the woman to heal herself so he could once again continue the beatings as if restarting.

Until the woman was completely out of mana, repeated injuries were dealt before finally, the pale fist of the man stopped and instead moved to grab the long blonde hair of the woman. Releasing the grip on the robes a pale bloody man walked while dragging the body of the woman by her hair.

Picking up a broken sword, the man looked over it as the priestess tried to get away as her hoarse throat made sounds similar to a dying animal. Pitifully disturbing.

"By the elemental of fire. Bring forth a bright flame. Light this blade ablaze."

As the voice of the man fell, broken hoarse screams grew faint as the sound of flesh being carved was loud in the crumbling room. Words slowly formed on the woman's back, engraved deeply with the wounds cauterized, little blood spilled from the newly obtained injuries. Stopping in his torture and tracing a hand along the lines, whispers of quiet pleads could be heard from the maiden who was on the brink of death.

"By the element of Darkness. I command those tainted shall succumb further into darkness. I offer my heart as a sacrifice for this ritual. However in return, I desire the woman known as Phaedra Corinna Kerberos to experience the suffering of being neglected by all, hatred shall course the hearts of anyone looking her way."

As the voice of the man slowly spoke, a faint shroud of darkness flowed from the man's heart. Dropping the sword with a clatter, the body of the man stood from the woman before kicking the tip of his boot directly into her stomach. Tilting a head of beautiful platinum blonde hair, the interest in torturing the woman any further completely died.

Instead, the attention of those captivating and shimmering eyes like colorful opal turned to the cold body of a dark-skinned man with large majestic black twisted horns. Sitting atop a large majestic throne, a wide blade piercing the chest of the dark male. Stepping towards the body of the man, pale fingers reached out as the final words were spoken.

Pain rattled through the body of the beautiful pale man but despite this pain, there wasn't a slight change to his expression. Bending forward, thick blonde eyelashes closed as soft cold lips collided gently. Losing his balance as the darkness swirling around his heart grew denser. Kneeling while laying his head against the legs of the man, nuzzling into the soft fabric of the pants as his body silently grew colder.

"Wait for me. You have to love me next time. Only me… Or. I won't forgive… you…" Mumbling echoed out in the silence, there wasn't a single movement amongst those alive, as if the world had fallen silent.

Suddenly, the large dark fingers of the demonic being twitched. Moving slowly to gently bush the soft platinum blonde hair of the male laying upon his lap. Extending another hand to tear out the blade embedded deep into his chest, throwing it aside so he could lean forward and press his head of pitch-black hair against the pale face of the man cherishingly.

Deep red orbs looked upon the paper white face, warmth and tenderness seemed to fill the emptiness of the two black pupils. Tracing a thick thumb along the bottom of the man's face, leaning his head forward just as the man had done when he still drew breath. Countless kisses fell upon the hair of the other.

Moving his palm to lightly pick up the smaller into his lap, looping his arms around the thin waist that fit perfectly in his embrace. Soaking in the desire for the other, a look of sorrow came forth as more imprints of love were placed on the body of the pale man. Pressing into the delicate and soft skin of the dead as if trying to bring back the once rosy and flushed color he had seen in the past.

"Stand up." Bright red eyes never left the body of the human in his arms as a deep chilling voice erupted from his throat. Although many wished the man was speaking to the Hero sitting upon his lap, countless demons slowly rose to their feet under the command of their King.

"Your Majesty."

In unison, the voices of those around echoed in reply to the order. Awaiting enthusiastically for the next words of the man who moved to rub his face against the high pale nose of the deceased human. Finally stopping his movements after a moment of silence, the deep crisp voice rang out again.

"Let us start the real world, no more hiding. Destroy everything. There is no use for it anymore. I am tired of this nonsense, the humans have taken what's precious to me. Let us take what's precious to them. Their pride, their ego, their empire. Plunder it all, leave nothing behind." As the voice of the man fell, the ruthless tone caused those countless breathing demons to tremble in fear.

Truly, if the Hero had gone after them instead of his companions they would be the ones lying cold on the ground. Briefly looking regretful at the intact body of the Hero, the voice many echoed out in the throne room. "Yes Your Majesty!"

"Just destroy it all… Leave, take that human flesh with you. He gave his heart for 'it' to suffer, so make 'it' suffer. I do not want to be disturbed any longer. You have my orders. I expect them to be finished efficiently."

"Of course, Your Majesty."

Quiet full over the room as footsteps echoed momentarily before leaving only the sound of the crumbling walls. Left alone with only the cold corpse in his arms, a dark palm reached out and with a light wave, the entirety of the palace was completely restored. As if the battle had never taken place.

Pressing his soft dull lips against the long lashes of the pale man, the stern appearance collapsed completely as all presence of others vanished. Many gentle kisses landed gently on the light cold skin, handling the long blonde threads of hair between his fingers as if tenderly stroking the element of light humans cherished so strongly.

Yet with the man in his arms, the demonic being could understand the fascination of holy beings as he himself thought the one laying limp in his embrace was far better than any god he had encountered or heard of.

"This is the last time. I have been yours from the beginning… I'll await you always. Even if you fall into the Abyss." Placing his lips against the soft and plump pale lips of the other, the deep voice laced with sorrow and craving. "If I can not have you. I'll kill that God you worshiped so often in the past and take you by force."