"Are you finally… content now? Sora…"Her name was a sweet whisper.
She could not find her voice to speak. If she could, she would not know what to say. Amidst all the pain and the blood and the fatigue that threatened to overpower her and her struggle with the urge to faint, Sora felt disgustingly wrong as she held the life of this man in her hands.
She had no reason to, really. He was the tyrant and the monster and a wicked, malicious creature that held nothing dear and had little regard to the life of others. He wished for destruction, domination and absolute submission. He was cold and cruel, and his heart black and twisted.
So then why… Doushite?
She winced when his fingertips, warm and slick with his own blood, brushed over her lips.
"That's alright."He said in his deep, soft voice, his tone soothing."That's quite alright."
Before she was able to react, it seemed he was able to master all of his remaining strength to lift his head up and press his lips against hers. They were cold and moist, and his kiss… unexpectedly tender. Still, she had no will to respond, she did not want to.
When he moved away, he looked at her in a strange way. For a moment, she thought how for once that warm kindness reflected in his gaze was genuine, unlike how fake it was before. The moment vanished when his hand mercilessly pierced through her ribcage.
"Have pleasant dreams, my sweet, sweet Sora."
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