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=I watch your back as you walk away
He is the Devil with fire tumbling down his bony shoulders and sinewy arms. His horned helmet is chipped and blackened with ash and dust, red eyes like blood-coated burning coals peering through. He shrieks and his laugh is a garbled twisted scream of agony and pleasure and his claws lash out, slicing the air.
She takes a breath and inhales his scent, his aura, and she knows beneath the armor and rage and desperate urge to kill and conquer is the boy with the ragged robe and trembling grip. His voice is there too in the echo of the Devil's cry and her fingers twitch, wanting to hold him. Hollow and Whole, but she waits for him to join her, broken but human.
Save yourself, his sword sings as he dances like a demon but her legs are rooted to the ground and the earth shivers as she prays, light and music breaking through his waves of darkness and noise –
I'm staying here to save you.
AUTHOR'S NOTE = Inspired by the 30_breathtakes themes on livejournal; please review if you enjoyed!
