Reptile
She leaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been
She has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin
Oh my beautiful liar
Oh my precious whore
My disease my infection
I am so impure
Her fingers left trails along the walls as she walked along slowly. The trails weren't readily visible, but he knew that they were there, and he knew that she had been there.
The sickly sweet imprint of her reiatsu reminded him of rancid honey. She wanted him to know where she had been, and he knew it. The feel of her reiatsu never comforted Nnoitora. He did not want to know that Neliel had set the course he would take.
The blood beneath her skin was that of a reptile. It was cold, and dark. She was a chilling being. She was cold and cruel without ever raising a fist to him.
She lied to him. Even as her body lay beneath him, helpless in desire, she lied to him.
His beautiful liar, and his precious whore, he could not rid himself of the impurity she had stained him with.
His hands cupped her round, perfect hips. He drove within her, biting her to taste her reptile blood. He was surprised to find that it was cold, as he had thought. He did not understand that, nor did he want to.
The sweet scent of her blood and her sex intermingled in the air, and he found he was intoxicated, and filled with disease. She had infected him with her beauty, and her coldness.
As he thrust his hard length within her depths, he thought of his impurity. He did not care. He wanted to care. She made him the way he was. For that, he loved and hated his precious whore all at once.
Devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest
Angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress
Need to contaminate to alleviate this loneliness
I now know the depths I reach are limitless
It was hard to say just how Neliel Tu Oderschvank would manifest. It was hard to say just what body her evil would claim.
Nnoitora Jiruga could not explain why her body had been such a tempting one, or why she had wished to cover it so much, but she certainly did not act like an evil being.
She especially did not seem evil when he smashed her skull in.
Nnoitora knew better. The things she did to him, and the things she made him feel made her evil. She was a manifestation of the devil himself, she simply had to be.
He had to rid himself of her. He had to get her away.
He made her a child, the purest, most innocent being in existence, without meaning to. As he laughed about how pathetic she was, he thought of the irony. How ironic that such an evil being would be reduced to such innocence.
He was lonely without her, as much as he hated to admit to that. He had to contaminate. He had to taint others with his caress. He had to make them bleed. He could not alleviate his loneliness, as much as he tried. Still, he fastened Neliel's face and voice to the bodies of the countless others that he desecrated.
He knew he had fallen, even though his strength increased. He had fallen so low as to desecrate the bodies of the weak with his tainted caress.
He knew that the hole was endless. He kept on digging, only because his body ached for one, and only one. That body, of course, being one that he could never possess again.
His depths were limitless. He could not keep from falling further and further. He could not stop the loneliness from claiming him, no matter how hard he tried.
He wished he had never taken Neliel Tu Oderschvank for granted.