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Chapter 8
Akaito slowly made his way back to his love, smiling contently to himself. It may have been a silly gesture, but it had meant the world to him to see Mikuo's face light up in such happiness, to hear that chiming laughter, to feel the other's lips sweetly press against his own.
He couldn't remember ever being as happy as he was now.
Laughing to himself at the ridiculous feeling of pure contentment that bubbled in his heart, he rounded the corner, expecting to see his lover's happy welcoming smile.
Instead, he saw Mikuo strewn upon the floor, unconscious, the steadily growing pool of red seeping into the ground and staining the grass, the little ring that had once been neatly placed onto his left ring finger torn and lying near his lover on the ground, stained as well by his lover's red life.
Akaito couldn't help but stare in disbelief, his entire body numb, feeling a crippling coldness and brokenness envelop him as reality sank in. He ran to his fallen love, throwing himself upon his knees, taking his cold lover into his arms as tears fell freely down his face like an unending river.
Though his lips were stained a vile red, Mikuo looked peaceful, as if asleep, and it only served to further break apart Akaito's heart as his gloved hand gently caressed that sweet cold face.
And as he kept on gazing brokenly at that gently sleeping face, Akaito's resolve returned to the pieces of his heart.
All that he was belong to Mikuo, and for him, he would give it all away, and so he would.
As he swore the day he gave away his wings, the day he turned his back on Heaven and everything in it, so he would give his life to his cold beloved.
These sins against God, these sins of treachery would be paid in full by a simple trade.
A trade of places, a trade of lives, for Mikuo had no fault, had no fault at all.
And one last time Akaito pressed his lips to his lover's in a final kiss, a kiss to seal that sinful vow she had once uttered.
To save her lover from the black depths of Hell, to save her lover from Death itself, she would disappear.
And she would never return again.
No matter how much she wished for it, no matter how much Mikuo would cry for her.
Never again.
This was their end.
So it shall be.
So was their fate.
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