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Humming a soft melody, a man continued to pluck daisies from the flower beds scattered around the gardens of Eden. He brings the neatly arranged bouquet closer to his face and takes a sniff out of it, smiling as he fixes some of the flowers almost falling out of the arrangement.
Suddenly, he hears a strong gust of wind blowing in the vicinity, almost like a small storm about to brew in the sky. His long white hair aggressively flying in different directions, and yet he consciously chose to protect the bouquet of flowers he held in his arms, seemingly afraid to mess the arrangement up. He frowns at the newly found presence he felt in the area and yet he doesn’t turn. Instead, he waits on the other being to make their existence known.
“Where is he?” A deep voice asks. The man stayed silent, his stance ever so composed as he stared into the distant field of grasslands and forests, waiting as the soft breeze of the wind and chirping of birds come back into his field of hearing.
“You’re not allowed to enter Eden, Vox. You should know this.” He finally turns to face his visitor, blue eyes curving into crescents as he smiles at the demon. Vox shots him a deep glare, his pale golden eyes almost carving onto his skin like shards of glass. It was sharp and yet so fragile. Just like the man who owns them.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Vox points out, “Where is he, Box?”
The angel chuckles, setting the bouquet on the garden table alongside the cup of tea sitting on it. He looks back at the black-haired man, noticing how he looked out of breath, his shoulders heaving heavily and his fists curled into a ball partnered alongside the daggers he kept staring at Box. “I don’t quite understand who is it you’re looking for. Please make it clear.”
Gritting his teeth, Vox growls and in the next moment, Box felt the sharp end of the demon’s katana against his neck, slightly slicing a bit of his skin. Golden liquid akin to blood started dripping slightly from the fresh wound.
“Don’t fuck with me you fucking chicken. You know who I’m talking about. You suddenly took off the same time Mysta suddenly disappeared. Where did you take him?” The voice demon tips his katana sideways, the blade slightly lifting Box’s chin upward. His face scrunches up more when he watches the angel nonchalantly cracks a smug smile.
“If I recall, didn’t you throw a certain pet fox? All I did was pick it up and adopted it myself.” Slowly, Box lifts his hand up, his palm slowly meeting the sharp end of the katana blade. Drops of golden blood started dripping from his palm, yet instead of pulling away, the angel grips onto the blade tighter and pushes it further away from him. His smile never breaking as Vox’s katana gets more tainted with gold sheen of liquid. “Do not worry, Vox. He is safe with me and I will assure you that I will take care him as best as I can.”
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A small flash of light crossed Box’s vision. He hears a small thud of something falling on to the patch of neatly cut grass.
“Mysta is mine.”
The angel slowly looks down on the ground, finding the top half of his hand, excluding his thumb was cleanly sliced off. He looked at the remnants of his hand and saw an overflowing amount of his blood flowing out of his vessel. Despite clearly being injured by the demon’s weapon, the angel still managed to let out a tiny chuckle, clearly unaffected by the wound Vox afflicted on him. In fact, he felt nothing.
“Oh Vox, do you see how petty you are? You’re acting like a child who’s making a tantrum over the toy he threw in the trash.” The angel raises his arm, showing Vox as his mutilated hand started patching itself up, fibers of flesh and skin regenerating at a fast rate to replace the missing part of his body. “But didn’t you know..?” He trails off, slowly walking over towards his counterpart with a straight laced expression watching as the demon takes a step back from his advances.
“Finders keepers, my dear Vox.” Box rests his hand on Vox shoulder. The demon yelps, the angel’s touch literally burning through his skin. The burn wasn’t just hot, it felt like some other force was keeping him from fighting back. He shuts his eyes, his teeth grit as he tries to endure the excruciating pain.
And then his eyes open back up, immediately realizing that he wasn’t in the garden anymore. Instead, he was back in his own living room lying on the floor with the other Luxiem members gathered around him, all looking worried at his current state. “Vox, are you okay?! You’re hurt!” Shu exclaimed, trying to help Vox up and healing Vox’s burns with his sorcery.
Not paying any attention to the other’s inquiries about his search for their missing member, Vox could only scowl and slam his fist on the floor, his own floorboards cracking from the force. “GODDAMMIT!!”
Meanwhile, back in the garden of Eden lies a small gazebo hidden away in the middle of the forest. The greenery was spread out all around in contrast to its white paint and roof with intricate mosaic design. Inside was a small coffee table and a kobo sofa almost encircling the interior.
Suddenly, fluttering of feathers can be heard in a close distance and then followed by soft footsteps.
“I’m back.” Box announces at the familiar brunette lying down on the sofa. He jumps up as soon as he felt the angel’s presence however. “Welcome back, Box!” Mysta smiles as he excitedly clings to the taller man.
“It’s nice to see you all jumpy. Speaking of which, I have a gift for you.” Box smiles back at the detective as he pulls out the bouquet of daisies out of nowhere on his hand, giving it to Mysta. The brunette looks at the flowers, shocked from both what the gift was and how the angel just suddenly manifested a bouquet of flowers out of thin air.
“Ah.. These flowers…” Mysta bites his lips, the weight of his guilt and the sudden flashbacks to a certain demon feeling heavier as seconds went by. “Umm..” He pauses, unsure of what to tell Box who he knew worked hard in getting him a gift.
“Do you not like-- oh…” Box pauses, realizing what those flowers meant to the detective. The feeling of anger and pure jealousy started piling up inside him as he sub-consciously snatches the flowers away from Mysta’s hold. The detective reaches out to him and tried to take the bouquet back but before he could even get a hold of it, the angel had already caught the flowers in flames. The strange smell of smoky floral scent fills the gazebo as the now-blackened petals of daisies fell on the floor.
Box smiles gently as he pulls Mysta in a hug, his hand softly caressing the brunette’s head. He plants a small kiss on his forehead.
“Sorry, I’ll do better next time okay? I promise..”
You’ll forget about that silly little demon sooner or later, I assure you.