Your blood soaked my once pristine glove, I never liked dirtying my gloves, it's always a pain to change them but right now it doesn't matter. If only you weren't an exorcist then maybe we wouldn't have to be enemies.

But life can be cruel and God crueler. Why create such a beautiful creature to only have it walk amongst the carnage of this war you, yourself helped to create? That's why I follow the Earl of the Millennium. We'll make sure that beauty such as this never has to be wasted again.

You lay motionless, those silver mercury eyes faded with the dying light of your life. I can hear the sound of your heartbeat slow and weak in that slender chest you hide under that wrenched coat.

Red suits you more than black since it spills around you like a burial shroud to wrap around you gentle form.

Soon enough my eyes catch the movement of your chest… you still breath despite the fact that your feeble heart has been pierced and the blood should be filling the cavity of your chest.

It's hard to tell if I felt relieved or annoyed but that didn't bother me the least as I lifted you from that bloody pool and carried you like the delicate bride you are. Your eyes slowly close but your heart still defiantly holds off death. Such an admirable fighter for a human of your superiority it's enough to amuse me.

Maybe since that innocence of yours is gone, I may be able to keep you as my own precious little doll. You do look like one. With your porcelain skin that glistened like the colour of skim milk perfectly matching the gentle curves of your body and white hair and even your eyes. That curse of yours was never ugly to begin with; it just complimented those fine features.

A work of art that God had cruelly let waste away just likes flowers facing the brutal force of the winter.

But that doesn't matter… your mine, mine to keep and cherish forever…

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