The Prophecy (2)

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"A prophecy." She pursed her lips together and pointed her chin towards the ash colored ground. 

Getting up from the ground, the man approached the leather bound manuscript and picked it up. Before turning his attention to the dusky pages, he used his free hand to shift the lady from her place and settled himself on the throne like sofa chair. 

"Hey!" She let out a protest when she found herself sitting on the arm rest and her previous place occupied by her lover. 

"What?" He raised his face up after he was done scrutinizing the old leather binder and blinked innocently at his woman. His sinful eyes trailed down to her bare bosom, the mere sight was enough to awaken the sleeping beast within him. The beauty of all those angels he had slept with throughout the decades, couldn't be compared to a single toenail of the woman before him. His demoness was definitely something else.

"How dare you?" She exhaled out in an annoyed tone as she crossed her hands before her chest, covering the two perky mounds. 

Not being able to see her naked glory any longer, his thick yet defined eyebrows came closer together which resulted in the formation of a small v over his glabella. His sinful eyes trailed down her flat and taut abdomen in pursuit of seeing something else, the forbidden fruit he was becoming so addicted to. As golden glow flashes through his oceanic blue orbs as he shamelessly ogled at his beloved's lower lips.

"Come here, precious." He extended his right hand towards her after shifting the manuscript to his left one, and breathed out in a commanding tone.

Letting out a humph from her full lips, she still accepted his extended hand. As their fingers entwined together, she felt a forceful tug which resulted in her landing in his lap. Before she could complain to the man, she felt him shifting her body so that her pretty, naked derriere was nestled comfortably over his toned thighs with her back leaning against his chest.

"Are you comfortable now?" He asked her in a soft voice which was barely a whisper, long gone was the slightest hint of authority from his voice as he went back to being the submissive lover that he always was before her. The corners of his lips tugged upwards in a satisfied grin when he saw her nodding her head without a word.

"Good. So what prophecy were you talking about?" He questioned her with curiosity. Being the crowned prince of the World of Light, he had heard about a prophecy which every one was worried about, but never got the chance to actually know what it said. Everytime he tried asking his father about it, he was turned down by him in a harsh way. Was it the same prophecy his beloved was talking about?

"I found this manuscript among the old man's collection of books, but it was securely placed in a small chamber which was definitely forged in the depths of hell." She pursed her lips in a pout. "It took me a while to break the lock." She added with an aggrieved expression. 

"You stole these?" He waved the manuscript before her face. "You stole these from the Devil's library?" He repeated the same words again but with more elaboration as he was having a hard time believing his ears. 

"I just borrowed them for a little while. I have read everything that old man has in his library, so I just wanted to see if there are any books in the weird looking chamber as well." She shrugged her bare shoulders in a nonchalant way. "I definitely had the demon of luck on my side as I found this in the chamber."

"What borrowed? You do know that you breaking a chamber's lock and then taking these out is considered stealing, my lady." He glared at the side of her head as he controlled the urge of flicking her forehead. "And of all people in the Nether World, it has to be the Devil himself." 

"I didn't steal it. I 'borrowed' it for a little while." She explained while looking up at him, only to find him glaring back at her. "And the 'Devil' you are talking about is my godfather for the record." She mumbled the later part under her breath. 

"But he is still the Devil. You know that you will be punished thoroughly if he caught a whiff of you 'borrowing' this." He stressed on the word 'borrowing' as to what she was claiming and warned the beauty in his arms. "Don't tell me you are forgetting your punishment from last time?" He added the latter part with a light chuckle as her haggard appearance from the day flashed through his mind. 

"Laugh all you want on me. I hope that he catches you sneaking in and out of the Nether World, then it will be my turn to laugh when he punishes you." She retorted with a grimace embracing her face. "Can we talk about the prophecy now?"

"As you say, my lady. What about a random prophecy made you so worried, my precious?" He gave into her demands and shifted the topic back to the pile of bided pages in his hand. 

Talking the manuscript from his hand, she flipped through the pages and stopped at the one she was reading earlier when he had given her a scare. After clearing her throat, she began to read the cursive handwriting in her mellow voice which could put the sirens to shame. 

"The day darkness and light entangle, chaos will befall upon the two worlds. Nothing will be left unscathed by the carnage, but it will also be the beginning of a new era." 

After saying the main part, she looked up at the man again only to see him smiling down at her. 

"You are worried about these few lines." He gave her a skeptical look. "Are you thinking that the prophecy is about us?" Seeing her nod at his question, he flicked her forehead lightly. "My precious, for all we know the words could be referring to the powers, not us. And that makes much more sense." He smiled at her as his eyes glowed with a mischievous glint. 

"If in any case it was about us, the chaos would have already prevailed in the two worlds, my dear, because we have entangled so many times already." The corners of lips curled up in a sinful smile as his palms began to massage the two mounds of flesh standing proudly on her chest. 

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