Darkness, My Beloved

V. Darkness, My Beloved

The sky seemed to fight its own battle as Une set foot in her rose garden. The beauty of the moon set a ravishing glow of silvery dew over crimson petals, as the sun began to rise, urging desperately for the moon to succumb with its morning light.

The young woman sighed as a cool breeze brushed across her skin, and soothed the last flame within her. Alone, but flustered deeply by a repulsive feeling within her, she turned to see the same figure she had seen ever since her dreams had returned to her.

"Treize…", she tightened her grip on the thorny flower mounted to her palm. Her fresh blood ran down her wrist and past her forearm. There would be pain one last time before she would be able to let him go.

The figure stood motionless for a while, before collapsing to the floor. "Lady…", it called out for her in a foreign tone.

Trembling violently, she moved towards him, her breaths growing short and her head rushing. She opened her mouth to cry out, but her lips were sealed tight. Falling to her knees beside him, she reached out her shaky hand to remove the hood. "Darkness", she muttered.

Yielding to her action, he struggled not, and rested against her lap as he waited for her to expose him as the despairing, dilapidated mess he was.

The hood fell back, and both the lights of the moon and the sun revealed a mass of platinum blond hair before her. As she looked down in horror, she watched the pair of icy blue eyes return her gaze.

"Milliardo…Peacecraft….", the lady managed to breathe out, dropping the bloody rose.

With a wry smile of stark insanity, the man gazed back at her with a dazed expression painted in his eyes. "It was I", he suddenly confessed out loud, his voice raspy and staid. "I followed you. I raped you. I am indeed Darkness. And now my damned soul has nowhere to go but to burn in Hell—"

She stopped his words midway and outstretched her bloody hand. The former baron stared for a moment before taking it. "What are you doing…?"

"I am being lady-like, Mr. Peacecraft", she mumbled quietly. The silver moon in the sky began fading into oblivion as the sun's golden ribbons of light finally burst through the dark.

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