Lightly holding up the Devil Bringer, he caressed the hard knuckles with his soft lips.
From a mere second he could smell the ghost of someone he knew a long time ago, but when he came back to his senses, the palm in his own only gave off a weak and final orange glow before dying down back to a dim neon blue in the dark room.
Moonlight shone from outside the window, casting shadows darker than the evening on Nero's calm features.
He kissed the scarlet shells again, lingering there for a moment,"sweet dreams."
He could not decide to whom he kissed good night.