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It was a night like other. The moon was caressing the forests with it's moonlight, the stars were bright as ever.
It was a night like other. The moon only guiding the way, the stars were covered with mists of clouds.
You still think about his order.
The order to kill the literal second upper moon? Haha! How are you supposed to do that? Oh please, you know it's weakness, the soft spot through it's hard armor.
Just walking through the path, walking with the raven haired man. You always took a glance of him.Your seemly cold heart despite your flaming blood art, would always warm around the coldness of the slayer.
"Hey blondie."
"Hm? Yea newbie?" Newbie, you still call him that ever since he came to the village when you were young. Such irony, a demon who remembers, a human who forgets.
"Could you give me your hands?"
You flustered a little, you comply to his request. "Sure! Anything for you." Smirking with such eagerness
Both of you stopped in the middle of the forest, it let it's hands be vurnable, showing it to you.
Suddenly you were on the ground, you winced when one of his dual blades stabbed both of your warm hands, he's on top of you. Looking at you with such a cold death stare.
"Wha- what are you doing newbie?!"
So pathetic, the demon who had killed many, eaten the innocents in such a short time. It's face is like a fox in a snare.
You tried to get out of his grips, how does he keep you on the ground despite you being much stronger physically?
You raise your other blade, and put it against it's neck, looking at it's face, all so desperate.
Why is he doing this-? Oh, you remembered, though he's a slayer, he has a complex hatred for demons. Does he hate you?
You raise your blade, then forcefully slashed it's neck- you were suddenly blinded by such smoke, good thing your mostly resisted to it's blood art, but still it's not perfect. It is an upper moon, you were almost swept in by its charm. You jumped back coughing, still with the blade on your hand. But you were grabbed in the chest's clothes, pulled to it.
"Why are you doing this?" You plead while your hands are quickly healed, with the other blade still on the ground piercing it.
"Because I am a slayer." You replied with such venom while your teeth gritted.
You tried to remove it's warm hands.
"But-" you stopped, he is a slayer, it is his job.
Then you try to slash him, putting all of it in the attack.
Your demon part of you. It is begging to be set out. He is trying to kill you. Because of survival instincts. This is what led you to see the one you loved since.The human bleeding, covering his bleeding wound on his stomach. Coughing blood out of his mouth.
"I didn't mean to-!"
"Shut up."
He looked up at you, with such agony, animalistic glare at you, but the most importantly, there was also grief in his eyes.
You try to rhythm your breathing while getting on your feet. You charge at him with your arm up, ready to be tainted by blood.
You stopped his hand, you were blinded by.. Rage? Fear? Instincts? No. Sadness.
You threw him on the ground. Riping his hand.
You howled, screamed with pain as your hand is torn. Still spewing all your blood.
You see the sight of blood. Your hunger. It just cannot wait. Cannot wait to eat flesh. Drooling from your mouth. You ran at him.
While your vision went white. You still feel the warm embrace around your dying body before crossing the bridge.
You've done it.
You've killed him
It.
You mauled his flesh, eating him whole.
You can't help but cry. After all, it's the human you loved.
Maybe you'll forget it for once.
Forget.