Crusaders of love and lust – His sin
A/N: We-ell...This fic is actually for my friend-Riviea! Its her b'dae this month, and I want to dedicate a fic for her...again...but for a different reason! Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy this fic no matter who its dedicated to, although I must say, it may not be quite up to standard cuz' I am using a new writing style...And also,can you folks tell me what I should classify this fic under? I don't think it is suited under tradegy no matter how hard I try to make it seem so ...
It hurt…too much…so much…
"Oh Mary," he whispered, his face screwed up with sorrow, clearly troubled.
"What should I do?"
Reaching out hesitantly, the figure allowed his fingertips to barely brush against the surface of the concrete statue before withdrawing, recoiling with emotional pain. The last rays of the setting sun filtered through the dusty windows of the chapel, streaming into the room, engulfing the occupant with their faint brightness. With dim light cast upon his face, his facial features became known.
Dark wine-coloured hair was pulled back into a long plait, ending off nicely with a bright, yellow ribbon tied securely. Hellish crimson orbs spoke of centuries-old wisdom and knowledge, hiding a myriad of emotions behind.
And it was then that her name escaped from him with a forlorn sigh as he let his guard down-
"Rosette…"
As soon as her name passed his lips, an indescribable thrill shot up his spine, his heart started thumping wildly, a brilliant shade of magenta spread across his cheeks…and…
It scared him.
For the truth had writhed itself into his heart as though it was a lance. It penetrated into the very depths of his demonic soul as the cruelty and angst of it sounded in his ears…
We can never be together.
It hurts! Too much…too much!
It was as though the heavens were wrenched apart, a flash of lightning streaked across the dark firmament, followed closely by thick, pearly rain drops falling from above as the sky wept for the sinner's sin.
A gush, a stream, a positive raging torrent of emotions burst forth from within him as a family of hedgehogs sought residence behind his blazing vermilion eyes.
The agony was too much to bear, for the onslaught of so many feelings all at once was way beyond the limit, even for a demon.
With suppressed sobs shaking his entire body, he dashed out of the blessed room and into the torrential storm, the reason behind the crystalline substance dripping from the angle of his jaw being not only the rain…
Rosette…