Hey everyone , I know episode 23 was hard to everybody. So, I finished my second long headcanon( or short fanfic, you decide) trying to think in another way for all snb vs history line. I hope you enjoy it
The name is : "Because he's a demon "
Lying beneath the moon, the silvery strands gleamed messy with the wind. The Celestial body seemed to distribute to that night the same melancholy of that night.
That fateful and almost forgotten night, lost for so long ago. Glancing at the silent witness, he heaved his arm. Fingers, black and scaly, stretched out, searching in vain for an answer, invisible to the eye.
He closed his eyes. He could still see her when he did it on such nights. The silver light brought him to his troubled memories the face of his first and only lover. Anger burned him inside.
He clenched his fist as if he could catch her, still with his eyes closed.
What would she say if she saw him as she was today? Would she still love him? Or would she tremble with fear like all the humans who crossed her path?
"What does it matter now?" He shouted to himself.
After all, it had happened so long ... So much that he thought he had forgotten. So why did that restlessness sweep him inside? Why did it happen when he approached that chatty, irritating girl?
No ... it could not be true. He would not let it become true. He could not bear to lose anyone else.
-Lose ?! He repeated the word as if doubting that he had uttered it himself. He was, though unconsciously thinking precisely of what he thought he would never feel again.
He thought of running away, dropping everything he set out to do, everyone he set out to save. No, he could not.
Maybe the solution was to make her go away, make her hate him, and never want to see him again. Yes, that was it. It was what he needed to do. He was determined. There was no time to think about useless things. Things he'd promised himself to bury along with her.
He stood up with determination, opening his big black wings. After all, thinking about it was not a bad idea.
He flew to the ends of the city, where he hoped to find her near the zombie girl and Mugaro.
He landed on an empty patio. The lights and voices were concentrated in the large kitchen in the back.
He took a deep breath and braced himself to make her hate him. It could not be so difficult. It was a demon at last.
They were busy preparing dinner. She was cutting vegetables in a grotesque way. Honestly, what did she see in her ?! She did not know how to respond, but she knew that her lively and out-of-the-way humming made him lose heart every second. It needed to be fast or it would be too late.
Without another second's hesitation, he took her shoulder from behind and turned her to face him.
She spun on an impulse, crimson orbs finding the lilacs.
The surprise became a timid smile, replaced by the shame of close contact. Absolutely sincere, disconcerting and yet so beautiful.
- Azazel? What happened? Are you alright? Questions rained from her lips, one after the other.
He realized he had not moved or even spoken. In fact, she no longer knew what she had planned to say. He had lost himself inside her eyes.
The courage to make her go away had left him the instant their eyes met. It did not matter anymore.
He just knew he could not let her go. Though selfish he wanted that feeling for himself. It was a demon at last.
And since he could not be selfless in order to save her from himself, at least he would save his pride, after all curious faces would pile up, curious with the scene.
He withdrew his hand from her shoulder, which by now was a reflection of a ripe tomato. It would not be good if she were a dragon at that moment.
He returned his usual proud face, turned around, and left as if nothing had happened, leaving a confused Nina behind and a burst of malicious laughter from the drunken God and his stranger duck .
He knew that letting her stay would mean blood and fire. But if there was to be fire, it would burn too. Heat was not a problem. After all, he was a demon.
