He looks at her and she looks at him, but they don't speak.
They can't.
There's fire in his eyes, and if she remembers correctly, there's fires in hell.
All brimstone and violently choking heat and smoke accompanied by smoldering ashes, nothing lives once it attacks and smothers.
He represents this dangerous fire but she loves him for it, even though she's not supposed to. Not supposed to love this enigmatic being filled with risks and hazards and hate. It will swallow him whole, but he does nothing to stop it. He is a kamikaze pilot on a mission in life. He loves her but his mission his more important.
It hurts her to know that she will always be second to his beliefs.
They believe in different things, they belong to different sides. But were brought together by an invisible force destined to kill them. Burning their bodies with is blazing flames, a artful show that all gather to watch but do nothing to help, there is nothing they can do.
Her friends and mentors tried to separate them, distance these people that cannot live without one another but are destined to experience the demons and fiends that embed themselves in every relationship. The love/hate tempo of life that dominates the link.
If anyone watches their passionate fights, filled with fanatical energy and amorous encounters, the outsiders would see the bond they hold. It is hidden beneath their bruised and battered exteriors, sealed in promises and broken dreams,
Forced apart by anything and everything good on this planet. Heaven and hell meet again in this unbalance couple who have no fears except for the one of losing one another.
She is the one thing he refuses to lose because of his hate.
And he is the one thing she refuses to leave because of her duty.
They are doomed to torment and agony, filled with torture and lies and broken promises and dreams.
But they'll face it if it means they remain together.
Inferno and contact were never considered very compatible.