A dead tales
'Cause she is the only one who wait on the other side
Disclaimer: DxD doesn't belong to me. Drabble soft for a hardcore theme. Possibly someday there will be a second part.
Beautiful, affable and ethereal as the first time he saw her, yes, although now formaldehyde gave her that touch that magnified her beauty, made that she look like Aphrodite. No, she was nothing compared to his crimson hair beauty.
If he kissed her, would it be wrong? Of course not! Just for like this he had chat her in that restaurant, but to breathe took away his inspiration, she spoke made deconcentrate him and her condemnation had been to mention that… thing boring.
Maybe he shouldn't have behaved like that, maybe he should have waited a bit. But now it was done, maybe those bruises on his neck were the only memory left for him from the indolence of his beloved.
"I'm sorry, dear, but it was your fault."
He took her cheeks and slowly turned his head towards him. He kiss her. In a way, he hated the taste of the disinfectant, maybe they should take a bath. Yes! It was perfect, with a couple of cinnamon-scented candles lighting up the room, a good wine and kissing his neck, there, right where the trocar had entered her carotid artery.
"You'll look beautiful after that." This time he kissed her cheek, straightened up and unveiled the female mannequin behind them. "Look at it, my lady, that's what you'll wear later." He showed her a black lace dress with small flowers swirling in specific places so as not to show the world beyond what is necessary. "Now, honey, I'll go prepare the tub, do you like roses, right?
When the call number fifty sent him directly to the voicemail —which was already full— he stopped trying, under the look and drowned out a moan.
Thirty seconds without seeing her had been enough so that he didn't see her again the rest of the night, or the next day or the one that followed him. He threw the phone against the wall and pulled his hair.
"Issei..."
"It was my fault" he moaned and tears fell from his eyes.
"It wasn't."
"I insisted on taking another couple of drinks!" Venelana hugged the boy tightly while Zeoticus clenched his fists, helpless to not find out where his daughter was.
He was happily humming La vie en rose while he carefully washed Rias's long crimson hair, as beautiful as a river of fiery lava that ravaged everything around him, as it did when Rias entered someplace.
"You are perfect Rias, perfect. Would you like to case that I fix your hair?" He turned some water on it and brought it to his lips. "What about your nails? and how about a simple makeup?" He take his glass of red wine and drink it quietly. Then he circled the inert girl's waist. "Finally, honey. At last I have you for me, ma primadonna."
Author's notes: I thought I would make it longer, maybe reveal who is the subject, but what if it stays that way, besides I just put the rope around my neck because I started writing it a day before I went to practice to the hospital, ah~ I don't know what will happen now.
Ciao Sweet Avocadoes 🖖
P.S. I had to change my farewell 😄