I'm deleting chapter 11 for now, until I finish, because I'd get OCD with the reviews.

2. Crawl

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/Horror

Characters: Mushrambo/Rusephine

Warning: lime, innuendos, implied lemon, and blood. You have been warned.

There was nothing so terribly wrong with the screaming, he often found himself wondering. He actually found it quite romantic when accompanied by the setting sun, crimson as the bloodied battle ground. He had had quite some time setting up the beautiful requiem, hoping the woman before him would be pleased. So why, he contemplated, did she sneer in disgust every time one of the pitiful creatures wailed in agony, forcing her to tear her lips away from his to glare down at the broken things?

"Absolutely disgusting," she murmured low beneath her breath, turning away from a bloodied groaning woman. Ignoring the distraction, her violet eyes found his – deep maroon orbs studying her with amusement and something animalistic.

Her thin arms slid around his waste, pressing her body against his, and tilted her head up to him. He took the invitation immediately, claiming her cold purpled lips with his own, his hands snaking up her back over the ruffled white feathers of her wings and to her hair, his fingers entwining in her wavy blonde mess and combing out the drying blood.

Her entire body was cold, the winter winds not what the Bird Queen preferred for flight. He drew her closer to himself, shielding her from the wind as his arms fell to her waist, his fingers now playing with the silky fabric of her shirt. Rubbing her back, he deepened the kiss, intent on warming her cold face.

The woman responded with a quick, hard bite of his lower lip, causing the amethyst-haired general to pull back, his maroon eyes narrowing in a glare as a smirk wormed its way across her pale face.

She pulled an arm away from his waste, bringing her hand up to his face to caress his warm cheek. He continued to glare as she eyed his lips, the pain already pulsing where she had bitten. She ran a finger across his lower lip and brought it back to show him - a crimson streak gleaming in the light. His eyes only narrowed further as she reached up to lick away a drop of blood from his sore lip, her eyes never leaving his own.

"What?" she laughed, her voice smooth and sultry, "the Dark King can't handle a little pain?" Her fingers traced swirling patterns along the side of his neck.

He reached down to touch lips for a short moment, pulling away to whisper into her ear, his deep voice tickling her skin, "Some might call this mutiny."

"And side with the humans?" she asked, her lips tickling the base of his jaw, as she tried to hide the unwanted thought of even looking at those disgusting beings.

"You are wearing the colors of their flags," he chuckled as he pulled back, his lips running across her cheeks to her lips before parting. He smirked as, curious, she reached up to feel her cheek, now wet with his blood – a red streak across pale, white skin.

"Their flags mean nothing anymore," she chuckled, wiping away most of the blood with the side of her hand, leaving a smeared crimson streak, "all burned and tattered over the graves of their leaders. They all crawl away to their rat holes, abandoning any commitment to their precious country, the crucified USA." She sneered, "Disgusting lowlifes."

"It is time for the Age of the Humans to end." The Dark King smirked, the flames of the fallen buildings flickering in his eyes as another gust of wind fed the fires. "The enterrans once kneeled before them in slavery, but now it shall be they who crawl before our feet, whimpering like beaten pups before their blood stains the ground of their once great kingdom."

A devious smile was shared between both generals as they turned to the setting sun, the horizon foretelling the prophecy for the Age of Enterra.

"Now we just have to finish off those annoying pests and we shall rule the new age," she mused, resting her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around him again to hold him close, and listened to his heartbeat.

The woman on the ground let out a delirious wail, clutching the hole in her side; her quick breaths were tattered and ragged.

The Bird Queen snorted in disgust, pulling back from her lover. He could see a problem in her eyes as her hand subconsciously reached for her sword, which had been dropped somewhere nearby.

She looked back up at him suddenly with a sweet smile, her violet eyes holding something close to mischievousness. She pulled away from him, her hand pulling his sword from the holster as she did so. He raised an eyebrow as she gave him a peck on the cheek, and then turned to cross over the rubble to the dying woman.

The human let out a terrified shriek as her eyes fell on the winged beauty. The enterran only grimaced at the noise as she raised the cold steel above her head.

There was nothing she found that was wrong with blood; she found it to resemble rose petals, the warm droplets pooling around them like the crimson flowers. It was romantic. She had worked quite hard, using the bright liquid to paint a beautiful scene across the scathed hillside. So she found herself wondering what made him growl in annoyance whenever he lifted from a heated kiss, only to find the ends of his purple locks drenched in the sticky red substance. She knew he was genuinely agitated, as his kisses were more forceful, bruising her lips as he crashed his own down upon them.

He gazed down at her, annoyed, but a seductive smile tugging at his lips.

"The humans aren't the only ones who better learn to crawl," he purred into her ear, fingers tangled in her bloody blonde locks as he leaned in for another kiss.

She bit them again and pulled back to offer the same smile. "My thoughts exactly."

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~Mushraluvr