Demon Turned Lover [BxB]

I die

         The devil lies, he speaks no truth, she chanted, something strafing the behind of her brown eyes. He gives not happiness, he gives pain. "It hurts least of everything you gave me."

         Lucifer smiled, his dark thumb wafting over the pink stroke. He pecked her forehead, talon scudding down her cleavage, blearing the senses not conceived by pain.

        "You live in the skies, but you are miserable. Let me take away this pain you feel..."

        She nodded.

        Nails spaded slowly in her fair skin, as in water to check the temperature. She could hear them grind against her bones, snapping them out of the way. It hurt, it hurt so much, but it could never be likened to the throe of losing him. Her eyes rolled heavenwards. The smell of irony death was intoxicating.

        His fingers were close.

        Simultaneously, the demon ripped out his dripping hand, breathing laboriously. He sneered and glimpsed at the dominion, irises greyer than melancholy.

        "What are you doing? Go!" he roared, and she jerked rearwards.

      Warm yellow light engulfed the shade, whilst Ezekiel strode through it, an enervated and scratched throne to his chest. His core bobbed in a sea of panic, but the albino hummed a hymn, hoping that God would hear him. He rest his head on the bark, the tree swiftly growing to screen them. The albino stirred the hole in his chest, needling the craggy piece of his core to his body, and Luka swallowed a breath.

       "E-zekiel..."

       "Luka..." Tears stung at his eyes. He wanted to send them another home, for he would make sure his friend lived. "I know it is not me who you want to see, but-"

        "Be quiet...," the brunet whispered. "I know...why you did it."

        "I knew you loved him." Ezekiel held his paling face. "I sealed that part of Lucifer to his core, so you could be with him..."

        A soft breeze blew over them, whilst smoke waited behind to mourn.

        "I'm sorry I could never...love you back." Luka chuckled, making the small piece vibrate, and that was when the cherub realised it was fading. "You're- a good man...the best."

        "Stay with me, Luka," he demanded, forehead against his. "I don't care if you don't love me. I don't care if I have to gaze at you from afar. Just...stay. Don't go."

         Chlorophyll was draining from his eyes, and a tear at last bust away. Ezekiel, hysterical, put a kiss against his lips, keeping his head up with his hands.

        He felt it go limp.

        Ezekiel was never his first friend, his first crush, his first kiss.

        But now, he was the first to see him die.

        The cherub cut between the addled blonde and Lucifer. His left wing wound around him as he flew, hurling him in front. Bane was exuding from his body, and the stare he kept on him, waiting as though it would somehow retract the core. The demon doubled up with laughter.

"My favourite nephew! Finally have you come to see me!"

         "And this, shall be the last." Ezekiel upraised his palm to the white being. Knots of vines, serpents of water, planets of fire and curls of air each accosted him. Unharmonious they were, like babbling children. He was a mess. His powers were a mess. His core was a mess. Luka had told him erst that it was a china cup, but he was sure that now, it was shattered, with shards stolen that he could never find back.