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ℋER voice sent a chill down his spine, and Guren’s fingers curled into fists as he fought to regain his wits. But his vision was foggy, his head felt agonizingly heavy, and the only thing that registered in his exhausted mind was Mahiru’s voice, soft and yet devoid of all warmth, even if her tone was endearing. Guren opened his mouth to speak but no words could escape his mouth, as if the numerous hits upon his frame had finally taken their toll on him. As he stared up into her youthful face, the demon contorting once beautiful features that he admired, his heart clenched, for he knew that his battle was already lost. He could not fight off her control even if he wanted to.
He was just so adorable. Lying like this, looking at her like that. He was weak. He couldn’t fight her anymore. It made her giggle at the back of her mind. He was all hers. ALL OF HIM. She was happy. She was truly, by all means. The demon who had taken over the past Hiiragi heiress loved Guren just like Mahiru did, if not more. But this love was twisted, cracked, broken. Unhealthy even. But still --- the only thought that he was so passive only made things easier for her. He looked so cute. Gosh, she wanted to kiss him right there. A soft sigh escaped from the demon’s lips as she opened her mouth to speak. Her voice was calm & caring, yet why was it so distant ??
❛ You cannot fight me anymore --- ah, so adorable. Do you know how attractive you look right now, Guren ?? My beloved, my prince, my darling. You’ve been fighting me all these years & now I finally can feel that you have accepted me. I’m happy. ❜
She gently patted his head, running her fingers through his hair. So silky. Why did she not had a body ?? She wanted to feel his warmth, she wanted him to always look at her. But why was there a slight regret in her soul ?? Was her past self still remained deep down ?
