'Look upon there..'
'Ahh..the child'
'Does he not look beautiful Rido? Almost close to our mate?'
'Oh fate. How you thrash and throw my very sense of questioning out into the very abyss that birthed me...'
'Kindered spirits think alike Rido. I was born to question it's very existence. But now. Fate had played into our hands and along with it came the little child. So tell me Rido. Do you insist on completing the task your way or mine?'
'I say... It makes the task even harder, more so than the times he was sleeping. His eyes are a different hue of amethyst since the last time we saw him. Ahh well, it can not be helped. Mercy is no dish I shall serve today..'
Slowly squeezing the life out of the struggling toddler in front of him, a small, playful smirk set itself upon his pale pink lips.
'Slowly now Rido...We need to time this just right..'
'...'
'...'
The small body stopped squirming and life vanished from his eyes..but not completely, as he neared death. Only a small brush with demise. The last of that beautiful life that the child once possessed died, while imprinting his face into the last memory he shall ever have.
"My beautiful bride! Oh how demise fails to take your beauty away from me! Oh how lovely you look!"
Nothing was the response from the child princess as he dangled within his hands...
limp and lifeless.