"Red string of fate"
Our muses are forced into marriage, but slowly realise that although they may not love each other, there is no one they would rather spend their life with
She was silent. Merely sitting alone, outside the door the demon had constructed for her. Lucifer had linked the two, and since, Mariku was forced to tear herself between devotion and survival. Malik was silent- and the demon merely watched with tiny beads of tears bordering her eyes.
It had been so long. Too long. Her weight was dropping. The long claws began to chip away at the roof of their tower- and one by one, the tears dropped. She could barely stay awake, her sight was dizzy. And yet, there she sat- watching her partner merely stay there.
Sitting silently.
At first, despite the bonding of "love," the two had started off bitterly. Too little space between them.
"Piss off."
"Get out of my face."
"I’d rather rip your legs off than kiss them!"
Both the bodies of the demon and the human, were forced to keep one eye permanently open. They would greet eachother and say their filthy “good mornings” with bloody claws and chainsaws- screeching and screams ripping and tearing through the chilly air as they would find burns on their stomach from holy water or fire. Malik greeted her lover with chainsaws, ready to sink the whirling metal into the beautiful and tender… flesh. The Succubus greeted her with grins as the other would wake up in chains.
They loved eachother at first, but alas, keeping two Queens of War so close would lead to nothing but danger. They were the evidence of the deepest rage and anger- they were so similar that it drew them to scream and cry many nights, fearing for their lives. That was their reality- facing death each horrid morning with terror etched into their faces.
Neither said, "I do."
Neither said, “I love you.”
Neither said, "Hello."
Both said, "Fuck you and your ways."
"Fuck you and the way you talk, walk and dare treat me."
"Just fuck you."
The Succubus’ body swayed slowly, eyes becoming half-lidded as her vision began to leave her. Torn between a hopeless devotion. An untouched love.
And that of pure survival.
It had been so long. Too long. Over time, their words became so repetitive that they no longer clung to whatever the Hell they meant. They would scream at eachother- telling eachother they hated eachother, when in fact, they wouldn’t have a life any other way.
It had been so long since Mariku last fed. Such fresh anger seemed to have left her veins by this time. Perhaps she was delirious. Perhaps she didn’t know how to think, nor operator for any longer.
"I hate you," was what she once said after the two made love for the first time, "Fuck you and your ways."
She swayed a little harder- vision going black as her lungs beat harshly against her ribs. Her lips pulled into a slow grin.
"I hate you," was what Malik once said when the demon ripped apart the man who held her at gunpoint, "Fuck you and your ways."
It took a while, and yet, her wife still sat below the tower- saying not a word. For a while, she held peace in her heart- as the younger’s eyes began to slowly pull shut.
Then the body fell infront of her.
The Succubus had fallen.
The Demon slowly pulled herself, and the human slapped a hand to her craw- eyes wide with shock. Mariku’s head snapped to look at her- arms wobbling with her weight.
"Good morning," was what she hissed out- smiling to her lover. Her eyes rolled back and she fell to her side with a pathetic snap of her arms, "…Good morning, beautiful."
The stupid demon chose devotion over survival, and yet, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Every time those damned words escaped her lips- her heart fluttered.
"I…Hate you."
She loved Malik.
She always would.
