I apologize to disappoint you, but I am quite privatized about my romantic life, so this whole story will be articulated in more of a poetic fashion. I will integrate my own personal feelings, philosophies and influences into this side-story and I hope I entertain you all enough to keep up with me. This is how I began before I was a rapper... a poet and a story-teller.

Disclaimer:

The reason I chose Koneko was because before they over-sexualized her and ruined her by turning her into another horny, mindless harem whore, she had a very legit character development. Her past, her present, her future. She came from a prisoner to a fugitive to a devil with nothing on the trust limit to almost a normal human being in which I couldn't even tell the difference. My fiancé will be the metaphor that Koneko covers. Also, in this series, I will introduce a new devilish power by intertwining it with an ancient devilish ritual. This is not the "High School DxD" that you're used to. This is the reality of what actually happens. Thank you for reading.

Preface:

She was a particularly special kind of girl. Her moods, personalities and at times, her thought processes would mirror mine. When we were in public together or even just regularly at home, there was a tension that overwhelmed the auras of our identities. My fingers couldn't stop wrapping around her ivory sheet of flesh within their cincture, and just like in bed as we lay now, my nostrils desire to be filled with the pheromones of her soul. I inhaled her skin- region-by-region- her legs, her pelvis, her chest and that spot I love so much where my head buries in the fragile beauty between her golden-tinted shoulders and flawlessly proportionate head. My nose loved that spot. It dove into the darkened sea of follicles that her scalp so eagerly and generously provided and the smells intoxicated the good sense in my brain as I slumbered slothfully throughout the weekend afternoon. This was not a competitive King-of-the-Hill-styled dance, this was a time when my eyes that blindly sank into hers permitted her to devilishly take me as a tribute to make her will be done. Her hands tightened around the golden brick road of my hair and tugged assertively.

A grin crept across her face and I was more than happy to be used as if I were nothing more than her plaything. I have been used by her many times, and to my surprise, I was her only play thing. After I learned this, I kissed her hand in order to begin a torturous invocation. Her hand had become desecrated by my lips and my chest swelled up with unimaginable pain. I permitted her to retrieve something I never had hopes of seeing again by myself. By itself. My heart.

But this tugging of my hair spoke volumes. It said something along the lines of, "With your pleasure and nothing but, ravage me as you did those villages the first time you lost control of your new mind." On my hands and knees, at any time of the day, I blacked out the sun and shadowed the skies as my hair draped over her, courteously retaining our privacy, and those "villages" never saw another full day of peace and the pillagers raided those villages every day.

The sweet swan songs that crept from her lips' breadth were a mixture of compassion and abhorrence. Her face cringed with humiliation as she repeated my name with both an anxiety of infatuation and a phobia of isolation. No matter how many times I promised that her side would be warm with the weight of my presence, she gripped the fibers of my clothing just as tight each time and refused release until morning came. When she arose with the dawn, those golden rings in her eyes seemed ever-so alive and before we slept, their exhaustion bore no discrimination in feelings for me. I have seen her face when I've ignored her unintentionally, and I have seen her face when my attention for her could not be divided even by the most powerful of deities. Her affection and indifference are all set by whatever has her focus.

If you ever end up reading this, Koneko Toujou, the happiest days of my life were the days I spent with you. Sometimes aimless. Sometimes focused. Sometimes lazy. Sometimes determined. At the end of all things, my happy place was there with you on the beaches of Bali underneath the burning sunset.

Just me and you.

Just...