evelynn knew the day was an inevitable ; the blood moon would take what it claims as its own, and it seems time decider sooner rather than later.
it was always a fickle game that she played with the priestess, shameless groveling down on her knees. begging to let them merge, to become one and to not let them win. however, time and time again, she was met with utter denial ; and as attractive as evelynn found the ordeal, it was frustrating all the same. their time was ending, once again, and all she could do is sit there aside, as a judging gaze casted from above.
evelynn answers to no one. she never has, and will likely continue to. unlike the human who claims to be -- she is free.
free is what the priestess believes, but with each passing night that she strives to keep evelynn away, the blood moon lingers closer. hungry. it's an itch that the demon cannot rid of, a haunting that cowers on her shoulders. the grim reality that only evelynn's aware of : that her soul is nothing close to free, and days are numbered till it is lost forever.
how bitter it is, to finally meet with akali again, just to know that her soul is well within the blood moon's grasp. evelynn would've strayed from this path, had she never caught wind of her being around again.
her own soul ( it doesn't exist, she screams to herself, just like her emotions she fights to keep burried so far away ) yearns, destructively so. to be loved and to love ; each denial pangs further into her fury towards the very means that drew the two together once again. why is it that their bodies can connect, lips that brush the most intimate parts of one another -- but their souls cannot?
she knows deep down that she is still resented, at least to an extent. the fire that burns in the human's gaze, how there's still that twitch in her hand that the demon knows wants to reach for her kunai. evelynn isn't human, and she'll never be -- so why should she ever deserve the love from one? why does she even want that?
the questions plague her mind, become her only thoughts, as the human smiles weakly up at her. death always comes too soon. doesn't matter by her hands or another, it reaps what it sows, and evelynn can only enjoy the slow moments of food. but nothing of this moment is of good flavor. it tastes bitter ; it grants her a stomach ache and a throbbing chest. she won't admit it, either, but there's tears to her eyes.
they danced around for far too long. denied their fate with stolen glances and lingering touches ; created a game with no true victor. for how could evelynn say she's winning, even now, as akali wishes for her death? as the blood moon is about to consume the human's soul, for it to never be reborn again?
evelynn knew this was coming. she always has. should its priestess not merge with a demon, it would eventually consume the human as divine punishment. and as oft as she'd beg for akali to give in -- her stubbornness was her own downfall.
for as stubborn she is, she is equally selfish.
her lips tingle with the memories of the priestess' own on hers. she yearns for a simpler time, one where she wouldn't be hunted down by the very one she desires ; one where they can share a smile without the world quite literally seeks bloodshed at every moment. why, after all this time of knowing who she is, is there a desire for something soft?
' let me die. ' the priestess pleads with her eyes. there's a love that burns in them, unmistakable and it ruins evelynn further. ' please don't do this to yourself anymore, eve. '
without a doubt, it is agony that resides in evelynn's being. she has gone on this far, begging and pleading for akali to listen. to allow them to share something more than pretending they're more than nothing. and so bitterly, as one hand gently caresses the cheek of who should be her lover, does evelynn raise the other with sharpened claws.
a final sight ; the last hurrah.
evelynn will force them to merge, if it means one day they can love.
she will take akali's soul. she'll take her body, she'll devour her until there is nothing left -- if it means that one day, whenever that is in the distant future, she will be reborn again. that she won't be taken by the blood moon. evelynn will give her own - a last pathetic chance, desperate to have something.
the brief look of betrayal that shines in the priestess' eyes. the knowledge that evelynn is too selfish -- too much in love -- to let go. to not oblige to her wishes. that her last sight, her last memory is being consumed by the very demon she's fought off for so long.
evelynn consumes. consumes like nothing else matters on this plane of existence. nothing does, but the fact they will meet again. her figurative stomach churns, desperate to enjoy the meal, but far too distraught at the pained screams of what was meant to be a lover. screams that grow weaker.
and all evelynn feels is sick.
