To Slay a Dragon
In the destroyed wooden cabin, blood and putrid impurities covered the broken walls and shattered glass—flames of purple and blue melted the ice and sleet from the blizzard. A small crack formed in the centre of the cocoon, revealing two beautiful existences. They were as still as corpses and appeared to be in a deep slumber.
Their beauty was unworldly, the male with hair like a cloudless winter's day and the female with locks like the evening sky. The two seemed as if they were crafted from the heavens. Their skin was pale like fresh snow, and their lips were a natural reddish-pink hue.
"Mmm? Asmodeus, are you alright?" The female awoke first. Her beautiful purple eyes sparkled as if stars lingered inside her iris and black sclera, so vibrant and imposing. She was a beautiful existence, even amongst the most beautiful of creatures.
Her gaze drifted to the man beside her. "Asmo, Asmodeus, wake up, my love," she said.