Magenta
By SMYGO4EVA
She keeps on having the nightmare.
She can't stop it.
The darkness that it coming for her.
Full of life.
Heart beating endlessly.
Almost beckoning her.
In this beautiful nightmare.
Someone beckons her.
One who she doesn't know.
Someone inhuman.
A demon….
A demon inside a pretty shell..
Who sees her as beautiful…
Who saw her as his…
His eyes…
His eyes…
So beautiful….
Dangerous…
An icy cool shade of amethyst….
Seeking warmth in her honey hazel eyes….
Wanting to have her as his…
For all time….
For all of her mortality…
Coming to his immortal punishment…
Pure blood…
Pulling him into a trance…
He calls out to her….
In the sweet dream, the lovely nightmare….
You are mine, pretty Serenity….
She was a goddess to him…
A goddess to a demon….
He almost sang to her…
Come to me, Serenity….
Pretty one….
Bacon to the black dark….
Light will be no more…
She wants to be there…
In the beautiful, gloomy…
Dark nightmare….
Almost a dream to her….
A dream to him, the demon…
Almost unreal….
Ethereal…
A light in amethyst is blown away….
Despair deepens its fangs in her…
No longer wanting to suffer…
In the light, the judging light…
She wanted to be in the dark…
Forever and forever…
In the demon's arms….
Hearing nothing but his voice….
Hearing nothing but her own voice…
Their voices….
Melded together in ecstasy….
Scorching in pleasure….
Violet-red eyes seeing right through her…
Her auburn hair entangled in his hands…
The devil's playthings…
Foreboding….
But also welcoming….
Freezing her in her stance…
Yet she walks toward him…
The demon, cascaded in dark amethyst…
He still lives within her…
He is the darkness…
As she is the light…
She judges herself…
She feels too weak to go on….
She comes to him and closes her eyes….
Leaning in to feel his smooth lips against her own….
Feeling his satisfied sigh upon her neck….
Before she kisses him softly…
Making the first move…
Making her own decision….
Marking her own path….
No more with the light…
No more…
She is with the darkness…
The darkness named Marik….
He wraps his arms around her waist….
She entangles her arms around her neck….
Feeling his icicle-like blonde hair in her fingers, tangled…
Hearing the soft music of each other…
Everything becomes still…
Nothing moves…
Nothing changes…
It all goes…
Fades…
Turns to black…
Oblivion.
Nothing is sacred anymore.
No colors are present….
Not even purple…
Not even hazel-pink…
Not even magenta…