Chapter 69: Little Crawling Thing
The first thing she loved was his eyes.
And his unusual attachment to a human.
The Mistress Of Death mused. A smirk mounting her cold, red lips as she stared down at this ancient beast clinging to a dead love.
From the horrors of Eden to the bondage of Hell and now...this?
Aoeum sighed deeply, feeling exhausted because she knows how this is going to be.
Leaning further against her Lunar Chariot, staring at the crystal-like frozen bubbles of rain and the timeless world beneath her feet...oh, this was going to be one epic tale of a love story to her brainwashed minions in the Beyond.
’’Little crawling thing,’’ she called, her voice a dark mocking feminine tone as Grim did nothing but stare at the Divine weakly, Azazel taking a protective stance beside His prince.
His hands moved even tighter around her body.
No one was going to be taking her away from him until she opened her eyes again.
Even after she opened her eyes, he was still going to be clinging to her for the rest of his miserable existence. There was nothing that would separate them again.
Every step she takes, every move she makes...he will be there to witness it all, counting her every breath.
She just needs to wake up again...
Please.
He moved her closer to himself, feeling his heart break as he feared the lie becoming true.
A lifetime where she sleeps forever and never sees her again...
Those golden eyes softened, the tears flowing down his cheeks as he stared at nothing.
’’Don’t you know that even if you get to live with her forever, to a mortal is only a hundred years. That’s merely a second in the infinite existence of an immortal being like you,’’ She wedged painfully, hurting him more than he could bear.
It angered Azazel greatly, but nothing disturbed him more than the fact that this human still held His prince captive even after death.
He thought it would all be over, that whatever was between them wasn’t that serious. He would realize how impossible it was for him to have a very long and committed relationship with a human whose identity and intentions weren’t that clear to them all.
Azazel thought he would only mourn the brief moment that happened between them and everything would end six feet buried in a ditch.
But hell, he was sooo wrong.
One thing that still remained unclear to Azazel was if whatever his prince felt towards this human he clung to was just pure love or...something else.
Something darker and rooted within that wasn’t entirely impossible for him to have for someone who treated him differently for the first time in so many years.
But Azazel said nothing for a while as they both stared at Grim.
’’If I were you, I’d simply let go and find someone else that could live long enough to match my immortality,’’ The Mistress of Death teased, poking needles into the sensitive parts of the snake. ’’After all, you can’t stay with a corpse like this forever? She will turn to bones in your hands in a few years, reality will be frozen for a few years because of her and...’’
Her lips parted enough to reveal a pair of dark teeth with red gums.
’’I will lose a very precious meal,’’ the voice almost sounded inhumane, like an unhinged creature hiding underneath that beautiful and elegant facade. It hushed the little amount of wind that managed to escape the frozen horror beneath.
Grim looked to be physically present with them but his mind was somewhere else. Searching for a way to bring back his happiness, staring at the back of his mind for anything, any power he could steal, borrow, use to bring back the dead.
’’Your Highness,’’ came Azazel’s soft and considerate tone. The creature hanging on the crescent moon turned her head a bit to the left, looking unhinged and terrifying as he noticed the demon unhurt from this still chaos that occurred.
’’I think you should let go. Holding her like this or finding a way to bring her back to life won’t make her fall-in love with you.’’
Bring her back...?
The divine being above thought about it while her eyes returned slowly to the vulnerable and injured beast beneath her and her entire face brightened in slight mischief.
Azazel could now piece what this was about after being with him for years, following his every command, protecting him far and near and being by his side like he has been instructed to do.
It breaks him to see how much this poor soul was doing to be loved in return. To be accepted and valued.
To be chosen for once and treated rightly.
Like a normal, living, breathing being than some monster rumored to end all life one day.
He stepped closer trying to snap him out whatever this was.
He couldn’t even imagine what this human might have done to make him so obsessively interested in her. Enough to strip himself of what he was to become something he thought she would like one day.
Doing things he never imagined him doing. Hell, all the demons in Hell mocked him at his desperation to be loved—even if it was just a fleeting moment.
But that girl in his arms deserved to be laid to rest as well.
She deserves the peace after going through such a painful and heartbreaking exit.
The detectives said it was suicide.
Which means the girl was probably happy now that she was gone....
He thought of telling him this. Maybe that is what he needed to hear to let go.
’’Your Royal Highness, the humans I spoke with briefly said she wasn’t very happy with this life.’’
He held her tighter, staring about adamantly before turning his golden eyes towards the demon talking nonsense to him.
’’She probably wanted it all to end and chose this way. It’s very sad and I know His Grace deeply cares for her, but if His Grace truly loves her, you will...let her...rest in peace.’’
Grim’s lips parted as more tears streamed down his face. Then it hardened, his eyes turning into those venomous slits, causing Azazel to take a cautious step back.
’’Who said I love her?’’
The Mistress of Death raised a curious eyebrow at his confession. While waiting for the perfect opportunity to take advantage of this situation.
’’I don’t love her,’’ he said again, trembling while holding her close.
Azazel stared at the ancient serpent in wild disbelief.
’’I just want her breathing again,’’ he said, causing more pain to himself.
’’I hate how cold she is on me. I hate seeing her bleed and in so much pain that I could do nothing but hold her and let it happen.’’
He poured his heart out for the first time, taking his loyal right hand off guard.
’’I just want her back with me and I will do everything to make her not to choose death ever again.’’
Azazel, once again could say nothing but stare, and for a while, whatever existed between both demons seemed to last forever until the creature above cleared her throat, re-entering the scene again.
’’I can make her live again, Your Highness,’’ She promised with a smirk.
’’Only a divine being can bring the dead back to life and I am ready to do you this huge favour in exchange for your life wing.’’
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The Life wing.
The most precious and valuable thing to a demon born.
It represents their immortality and ensures their continuity.
The one thing that saves a demon and can bring his downfall as well.
But to a divine being, it is a precious ingredient to ascension and becoming a Real God.
Though it was against the rules to take one through violent means to improve one’s ascension to becoming a Real God, no one said anything by taking it through clever means.
Maybe the heavens had finally heard her cries and lamentations of being regarded as the lowest and insignificant form of divine being in the heavens and created this golden opportunity for her.
One she wouldn’t miss for anything. Hell, she was even known as the master of sweet words and a pathfinder to all things.
The human’s unfortunate demise has already made everything much easier for her and the hopeful almost tearful look the serpent gave her told her she would be returning to Heaven with a demon’s Life wing.
She smiled wickedly to herself.
To Grim, he was a special kind of demon. A mix of divine, demon and mortal lineage in the shape of an ancient primordial beast of the beginning.
A neglected yet superior entity wounded by love and false promises of affection.
After losing his Limbs in Eden a long time ago...he could not believe to find true happiness he would have to lose his Life wing as well.
He sighed softly and Azazel stared at his prince like he would at someone about to lose their mind.
It horrified him the extent his prince was willing to go when he stared down softly at the human in his hold and smiled like he had finally found a way to make her look at him again.
Azazel was so shaken he could hardly form a sentence or say anything against this madness.
’’Little crawling thing, do we have a deal?’’
Azazel held his breath as Ichor gently caressed the side of the face of the human trapped in his hold.
I told you it’s impossible to escape from me. I am bringing you back and we will get to be together again.
This time, I will make your second life so great that everyone will worship the very ground you step on.
I will get rid of everyone that dares to offend you in any way.
And you are mine, forever.
’’Bring her back,’’ Grim said with his gaze pointed directly at the divine being above.
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