Cielo had been a cruel lover. He had purred and smiled and taunted at him.
"Just de' way you like it," he would murmur, his body strong and flexible. The perfect toy for his wrath, for his unending hunger.
Cielo was a whore in the bedroom, infuriatingly nimble but so alluring with half-lidded smiling eyes.
Heat's proud, judgmental nature had always bled through. Argilla the scarred dyke, definitely wearing the pants when it came to Jinana. The prerogative words do not fit in his world of scrap metal and war.
And Cielo's hidden cruelties bled through, filling Heat's lungs with water.
He drowned unending in Cielo's flirtations.
"Just… de' way you like it," Cielo whispered into his ear, breath and body warm against Heat.
It was a pit of sin, Heat realized. Heat found salvation.
Dark eyed Sera who reminded him all too much of his leader; his rival.
He pulled free of laughing Cielo but found he cannot lover her. Just as he could never love cold Serph… she was the same.
His body was so hungry, so out of control. He was so very angry with the world. Cielo had manipulated him so completely, had kept him so very well under control. He'd had absolutely no respect for Heat and maybe… Cielo will not be so very surprised when the hate consumes him and he turns against them all.
"We'll talk to you just de' way you like it," Cielo called to him flirtatiously.
Heat shuddered and then snarled, berserk with rage.
They are all flawed with their lusts. They cannot blame him alone for tainting their chances of Nirvana.
Cold-hearted Serph who seems to have accepted the game and his place in it, who fights only when challenged.
Seductive Cielo who has a test tube perfection about him; an eerie nymph-like allurement shining from the white gleam of his teeth.
Ethereal Sera who can answer only to the gods in her white purity. A white smear, blight crawling through the streets.
Helpless Argilla who has taken the gun into her own hands again, but she will still save no one.
Spiteful Gale who finds himself confident enough to overcome every enemy, except the one that kills him.
That leaves himself, wrathful. So ready to kill them all.
The nights with Cielo were a lot like this.
With every bone and every drop of blood, he attacked them.
"I am your god now."
Cielo laughed sweetly, he had always been a barbaric Aphrodite.
Standard Disclaimers.