I'm completely unable to focus enough to write more than this right now, another little itty bitty chapter.
The prince of Hell stared into the supplicant's glistening eyes. They were such a peculiar shade of brown; gentle, earthy, bright.
In them, he saw fear, awe. He saw the yearning she so desperately tried to hide.
"Forget me. Forget everything." His tone was dangerously serious, painfully cold. The girl flinched, tensed in his arm. He pulled her closer, closer, until every inch of her soft body was flush against him.
"I-I don't under-"
"Forget!" He hissed, trying to mask his despair with indifference, but the way she looked at him, lips trembling...
The mask fell away like ash and his lips were violently crashing into hers, and he poured all of his sorrow and longing and passion into one last kiss, and just as he felt her mouth gently move against his, her body began to fade away.
She might as well have been a dream.
Half a moment later, he held nothing but air.