Demon Turned Lover [BxB]

Funeral greens

The ground was watered well, but perhaps the salt would kill. A body laid in a wooden casket, white chrysanthemums tiered around it—purveying false dreams with its scent, that he would use them to step down. Reddening noses were buried in palms, and drab benches filled to curved armrests. Choirs on balconies sung solemn with sniffles. The raven-haired was observing through a gap in the patterned cathedral doors. The throne had pared so many lives, how was his grief anymore important? Loved by so many, did his love matter anymore?

Mammon shambled behind before twisting around, a blonde woman on the gravelly path prompting him to flinch.

"You've been standing there awhile. You aren't...going inside?"

"A funeral is for the dead." Grey eyes noted how high her unlit neckline was, and the seal in her hand. "He isn't dead, just...gone."

She nodded awkwardly, pursing her lips to the right.

"You never liked him, did you?"

Her light eyebrows lifted, and her mouth disjoined. Adona seemed genuinely hurt.

"I did. I simply didn't like our circumstances..."

"Then, why didn't you change them?"

The raven-haired ghosted down in his black tourmaline suit, and past her. He didn't care for her answer, it meant not a thing now.

"My love for Lucifer," the woman uttered bitterly, squinting brown orbs over her shoulder. "I didn't want to believe that this was his doing. It was his pride, his sin."

"You wait till Luka is gone to admit it? You wait till that beast tries to kill you again to admit it?" He desisted his walk, yet didn't accept a view of her. "You're a coward."

The blonde smiled coldly at his back. "You're right. You saved a coward."

"An' I don't regret it."

Her patched up chest urticated as she watched him part. Woe really was the bricks to a house of wisdom. Adona began up the stairs, linear light between the doors asking her in. She squeezed past quietly, and persisted next to the stone fountain. Stained glass distributed coloured rays on the casket, which the dominion assumed was open. Adona stared at it. She couldn't tell if these were tears frosting, or if her sight was just hazy as always. Her ears sieved the confining weeping. She could recognise some, but there was a person she didn't find amongst.

Kallista.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩 𓂋 𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The blonde could see a knobbly tree in the distance, a stream of orange leaves in the midst of withering green and a black fabric draping over the thick stooping branch. It had to be her. She tiptoed on, along the spare dirt ridge partitioning fields. White bells hit against her winched up dress. The last time they had spoken, was with Luka—and now, he had brought them together again. Adona slacked off as her figure became patent. Curled hair blew in front of her eyes, camouflaging with the redness of her puffy eyes. A flower on her ear, gazed with her.

"Luka...told me he would cover the ground I walked on with white lilies."

So, that was what these flowers were.

"I know he would have." She ran her knuckles over the dry bark.

"Why...are you here?"

The blonde perched on the thick branch as Kallista drew back her bare legs. She stared ahead, unbuttoning the chest of her long dress, square bandages between. Splotches of red acted as dye to the white. "I saw him, again."