Chapter 68: Unpleasant Greetings
She was not dead.
No.
She was just...sleeping.
He said to himself even though the cold feel of her body leaning against him told him otherwise.
She was probably tired of waiting too long for him.
Yes, stressed and in pain this was her unique way of fighting through it.
But he was here now.
There was no need for her to pretend anymore.
She was safe, back in the warmth and comfort of his embrace.
Protected and loved, there was nothing in heaven and underneath the earth that would touch her again.
His golden eyes moved gently on her face with an assuring smile. His hands moving softly against her blood–soaked hair...smiling as tears burned at the corner of his eyes.
His hands trembled as he brought his father’s tears close enough to her lips. Lips that refused to move now, as though they had been sewn shut.
’’I have brought the cure for you,’’ he said gently as he placed the tip of the bottle close to her lips.
’’You are very sick, Anais. You should have told me sooner and I could have done something for you.’’
He poured the tears gently on her lips, hoping some would find their way down her throat.
I could have done something for you.
He repeated as he tried again to feed her the tears but they only streamed down the side of her lips while still refusing to open her eyes to look at him.
Azazel stepped closer to the scene as he watched his prince desperately try to feed the dead human something that wasn’t powerful enough to bring her back from the dead.
But he kept trying, no matter how badly his hand trembled or the fear in his eyes as he stared down at his Anais.
Azazel wanted to say something as he watched his prince struggle to wake the dead.
Grim’s hands fell on her after feeding her everything and the cold in her body remained and got worse.
The blood staining her neck, face, and lips mocked his every effort.
Forcing him to accept something that has been placed to ruin him.
’’Anais,’’ he called after staring at her for a long time. ’’You still wouldn’t open your eyes?’’
His golden eyes remained fixed on her with subtle possession, madness, betrayal and hurt.
’’Alright,’’ he gathered her slowly, taking her completely in his embrace as he leaned his head on hers. One hand around her body as the other moved to hold one of her hands.
’’Then everything will remain like this until you do.’’
Nothing else deserves to exist when you’re like this.
His eyes dulled as he felt the weight of losing something he wasn’t even given the chance to enjoy and cherish for a lifetime.
They fell close as he refused to acknowledge the pain.
A pain greater than Eden, greater than the suffering of Hell, greater than the shame of never fitting in anywhere.
They all took Anais from him.
They all put her through so much pain and she suffered in secret and died so openly like this.
He would never forgive them.
A tear so beautiful and sad rolled down his left cheek.
Hell, he will make them beg for the fires of Hell instead of what he has in mind to put them through.
His hand gently caressed hers as he cried in his heart, wishing he had taken her to Hell with him and realized no one would care enough to protect His Anais like he would do.
If only she opened her eyes again...
And gave him the chance to fix everything.
To punish himself and all those that drove her to her death.
From the tiniest fly that ever made her uncomfortable to the demons disguising as humans that made living feel like Hell.
He would make them pray for death and become that devil in the way of their prayers to God.
He promised as he rested with his love, waiting for her to open her eyes again.
*
’’Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Moe.’’
Dark polished nails that seemed to drip with blood pointed at the frozen waters around her. Her eyes down on the frozen and timeless world as she makes her descent on a dead, crescent moon.
The moon was as dark as the sky above and fluctuated with its own insidious energy, clashing with the ones of the heavens.
Her red lips curled into a faint smile.
Her face is pale and brown like the desert.
The breeze whistled and blew with each move she made closer to the being with so much audacity to stop time and hinder the natural flow of things.
She stared at her long fingers as they moved. Her long hair almost resembled a terrifying resemblance of blood and chaos.
Her eyes a frightening irises of a thousand shifting colors as she paused above the center of the chaos, looking down at an ancient being clinging to the body of a human.
The human she has come to collect herself since her minions were too scared to confront the beast.
She moved on her moon as she watched the scene before her and said regardless.
’’Unpleasant greetings to you, monster of Eden. But I have come to collect the soul of that human you cling to and take her to the land of the dead.’’
She moved to lean sideways on her lunar chariot, her dark ghastly robe of death wrapped around her body, flailing slightly as the breath of all the rejected souls of the dead she had consumed since the beginning of time escaped from her lips like the soft exhale of a pipe.
When the creature said nothing and refused to let go, the divine being eased on her lunar chariot in deep concern and said further.
’’What you do to this world is of no concern to me, all I have come to make clear is that all dead souls rejected in heaven and in hell has been promised to me.’’
She turned and stared down blankly at the stubborn forbidden fruit.
’’Little crawling thing, defying a divine being is like asking for death. I am the worst kind of person you would want as an enemy.’’
She said as she observed the ancient beast closely.
’’Her soul is mine.’’
Azazel stared up slowly at the divine being in the sky.
’’Let go.’’
’’She’s dead.’’
The divine being said without fear.
And Ichor slowly revealed his golden gaze at the divine being in response.
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