righteousxavenger

[righteousxavenger]

feathers a kiss upon her forehead, gently cupping the side of her neck with a loving grip. There's a smile on his face. His crimson eyes twinkle so bright you could almost swear that they were glistening pink. "I love you, Dusky," he whispers. "Morning, sleepyhead."

Stirring, the Angelic gradually rises from her sleep, his cooling, gentle touch beckoning her from dreamland. She always found herself sleeping better with him there. But Kaspar was the King of Hell and naturally rose with the moon— his to-do list was neverending and seemingly getting longer by each passing minute. However, thanks to Hell's modern technology, he was able to do most of his work remotely, even if that did require him to yell at Sin over FaceTime. Even still, they were together, and thanks to the technology, they were able to stay in their little apartment together. He couldn't bare to let her be alone, anyway. Not while she was still technically recovering.

"Mmmm..." her eyes flutter open, but only the change in brightness is to be seen. She's better now, the cuts and lacerations that once plastered her body are healed, her body once again nourished and strong, her angelic charm fully restored. It was just her eyes that served as a reminder of what happened. Luckily, she was used to it now, and navigating their little apartment was easy.

"What are you doing up, Mister?? The sun is almost up, you should be asleep!" she slowly sits herself up in bed, erupting from the cocoon of warmth. He was usually asleep by the time she woke, but it was usually only for an hour or two. Being half Devil, he rarely needed to sleep. Dusk, on the other hand, was still technically recovering from passed events, so she found herself sleeping about five hours daily— a lot for an Angelic.

She rubs her eyes of sleepiness, peering up at him. His figure is blurry, but she knows he's there, and she smiles. Her hair is messy and feathers are out of place, but she's charming, and beautiful as ever.

"I love you too, Kaspar... K-Kaspar!!" her eyes shoot open, her face turns to stone.

"W-We... t-today is the day, isn't it???" she stammers, lunging forward to grip at his chest.

"T-The ceremony to make us King and Queen... we're getting married today!"

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clumsyangel​:

She squints slightly, trying her hardest to eye him as he kicks off his boots and jacket. She simply smiles, not necessarily at him, but at the moment. He was staying.

She looks upon his blurry form for a few seconds, wondering what do do next. She wonders what he’s thinking– it was harder to tell what he was thinking now without being able to see his face clearly. He didn’t always have the best poker face, and that tended to work to Dusk’s advantage. But… now with everything out on the table… did it really matter?

She feels the gentle sinking of the bed beneath his weight.

“Hmmmm…” she had some sort of idea, but not… quite. She begins to think back to Vampiric Love when his arm embraces her ever so gently, unrelentingly, her body sinking into his own like a missing piece of a puzzle.

“S-See? You know wayyyy more than me!” she chirps, clutching at the fabric of his shirt. He’s so warm… he feels oddly stronger than she remembered. Broader. But at the same time, he was soft. Softer than ever before. His scent was something she couldn’t quite pin point, but afternotes of his old scent lingered. She snuggles into his chest, fluttering her wings and nuzzling her face against his cheek.

“Hmmmmmm… you smell… so good!! I’ve always thought so…!!”

She holds him tightly for a moment before pushing herself up and looking at his face.

“How do people even sleeeeeep in the same bed together? I’m even more awake now!! I… I think I love you too much!���

She smells good too, he thinks. Rather, he knows. He’s always known, since the day that fate bestowed upon them their chance encounter. His nose wrinkles as she speaks, and he feels a warmth in his chest, to counter the warmth on his face. There’s a sheepish grin that he allows to escape as she nuzzles into him.

His fingers trace delicately against her back, taking care not to break the girl of glass.

“You smell good too, Dusky...” he mumbles haphazardly, then snorts.

“I-I don’t know...! We’ve kinda done it before, haven’t we?” he asks rhetorically.

True. That’s true... though it was under different circumstances before. Now, their love is on the table, and there are no pillow forts to protect their hearts.

“Tch... j-just close your eyes, alright? You needa get some rest...”

[righteousxavenger]

“I’m sure he’s just fine,” he says. A slight smile.

He’s not entirely sure, but she needs reassurance right now. Azazel was a big man. Seen a lot of wars. Sure, the circumstances were different this time, but things had been worse before. And right now, things were surprisingly looking up. It wasn’t enough to be down on your luck. It was best to tackle your problems head on with a smile. He’d learnt that long ago. It wouldn’t be until this moment that he put that lesson to good use.

“He hasn’t slept in weeks,” Kaspar utters, “-so, he could sleep all week for all I care. You’re back. That’s all that matters now.”

She looks beautiful in the moment. He notes her wings fluttering, like an innocent bird. She’s not a Fallen, nor an Angel. In this moment, she’s the one he’s always loved, ever since he was a kid. The one that followed him wherever he went. She protected his heart from what could have been, and even now, she was still defending him. The negativity that swallowed his heart vanished with every passing second.

“Well, alright...” he says with a shrug. There’s reluctance in his voice, but only because he has to play a little hard to get.

Then a flash of a smirk. A hint of his fang protrudes.

Kaspar takes in a deep breath and removes the fur jacket from his upper half, sitting it upon the chair that his Master had once resided in. He plops himself back onto the side of the bed, kicking off the well-worn boots to the floor. They clatter with disheveled consequence, though he doesn’t care. He adjusts himself on the bed, again- reluctant, but only bred from his anxiety. Nervous to be like this, with everything out on the table.

There were no secrets. There were no hidden feelings. He had expressed his love, as did she. It was... strange, needless to say.

“So um... how... uh. How do we do this?” he asks, his face filled with concern.

He glances down at her.

Suddenly he’s starting to realize she didn’t mean to sleep in the same bed as her... but to hang out on the chair. A blush fosters upon his face, and he clears his throat in an awkward fashion.

There’s a moment of hesitation before his nervousness takes his arm over her shoulder. He hugs her head to his chest and lays back against the bed frame with her in his arms.

“Just joking...” he murmurs, blushstained.

clumsyangel​:

She sucks the blood out of the vial so intensely that it’s surprising the glass doesn’t shatter in her mouth. The blood coats her mouth, liquid gold sliding down her throat. She listens to him as she finishes her meal.

“Ahhhh!~” she lets out a satisfied gasp, setting the vial aside. She somehow looks more… energetic. Almost instantaneously, her hair appears more… shiny. Her expression is more concentrated and aware, the blush in her cheeks returns.

“Am I… okay?”

The question echoes in her mind. I mean, now she’s okay. She’s safe, for the first time in a long time… and he’s here. But…

She lets out a breath, looking upon the two vials solumnly.

“I… I don’t really know… i-is that strange?” she looks up at him.

“I guess… it’s mostly just because I… I’m becoming a fallen. N-Not that being a Fallen is bad o-or anything! I just… I’m scared to hurt anyone…” she averts her gaze once again, but this time, she takes his hand. It’s warm against her lukewarm skin.

“I don’t… know what a hickey is, b-but… it must have stung a little! I… I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me… a-and my poor dad… my mother… it must be really… difficult for him to see me like this. It breaks my heart. I…”

She pauses and swallows back her tears.

“A-Anyway… I know it’ll be okay. I… I’m not even thirsty anymore! Your blood really did the trick!~ Thank you!~” she chirps happily, gripping at his hand excitedly. She gazes upon her love, immediately perking up. She sits up on her knees, gripping his shoulders to support herself. She swings herself on to his lap and sinks herself into a warm embrace for a few seconds.

“Hmmmm…~ O-Oh! A-And don’t worry, I have these special bracelets that make me weak! S-So… I can’t hurt you…”

She pulls back and gazes upon him. Her vision is still blurry, but…

“N-Now, let me see how beautiful you are! Hehe!~” she giggles, cupping his face in her hands. She traces her fingers upon his visage once more, smiling…

“I know you’re probably tired and you have to sleep soon, b-but… I want to try to see your face before… I try to sleep…” she whispers.

She’s not sure if she’s okay?

What a weirdo…

For some stupid reason it brings a smile to his face. He knows he shouldn’t be giving into any negativity right now. Especially to a girl as fragile as Dusk is in this moment. He can tell she’s somewhat frail, somewhat doubting herself. It’s understandable, and it’s plain as day. From the way she shakes upon drinking the vial, to the slow vibrato of a breath that she exhales after downing said liquid. She’s reluctant, but it pays off.

Fate rewards her for a second, smiling down upon her blind eyes.

Her energy is restored, and her thirst is quenched, for now. A silent sigh of relief softens the pressure in the dhampir’s chest. Kaspar bites his lip, about to open his mouth to speak- when suddenly, she plops into his lap.

A solid streak of pink dusts his pale skin and he looks down upon her with embarrassed eyes.

“Well, I’m glad that you’re okay, Dusky,” he replies short.

“I don’t know what I would have done…”

Her touch sends him back, to just a few hours ago. The pure warmth of light, yet without the havoc of war at the forefront. Simply put, Heaven.

Instinctively, his hands whittle down to her sides, and he places them around her waist. She’s petite… almost feels like he could break her, but when he grips her- he realizes she’s sturdy. More than sturdy. She’s far from fragile, you dolt. She could melt lava with a single tear. She could shatter glass with a flick of her wrist. And now, as a Fallen, who knew what power flowed through her veins…

He smiles down at her.

“Take as long as you’d like… my love.”

[righteousxavenger]

She's so gentle. So graceful, it's almost like she's a pro. She knows what she's doing. She knows what it means to love, and she knows how to express it. She knows how he ticks.

Her kiss is soft like fresh fallen snow. He holds the kiss without a second thought. The way her forehead presses into him, the way she breathes by his side. It collides uniformly.

Suddenly, she pulls back and he's left in a slight stupor.

"H-Huh? Oh, it's fine," he reacts with a blush.

"I quite like the kisses myself..."

His hand reaches behind his neck and gives it a good rub, offering a sheepish grin in response. There she goes again. Her and her best friend girlfriend spiel... It brings a chuckle, though his face contorts to that of a neutral expression soon after.

"Master is still in the waiting room... Dr. Freeman made sure to keep him there in order to let you rest," he nods, "Speaking of which..."

Kaspar touches his hand to the top of her head, staring down into her eyes.

"You should sleep. Your body must be exhausted with all that you've been through. It's not an easy process turning to a Fallen. Or... So they say "

clumsyangel​:

She sucks the blood out of the vial so intensely that it’s surprising the glass doesn’t shatter in her mouth. The blood coats her mouth, liquid gold sliding down her throat. She listens to him as she finishes her meal.

“Ahhhh!~” she lets out a satisfied gasp, setting the vial aside. She somehow looks more… energetic. Almost instantaneously, her hair appears more… shiny. Her expression is more concentrated and aware, the blush in her cheeks returns.

“Am I… okay?”

The question echoes in her mind. I mean, now she’s okay. She’s safe, for the first time in a long time… and he’s here. But…

She lets out a breath, looking upon the two vials solumnly.

“I… I don’t really know… i-is that strange?” she looks up at him.

“I guess… it’s mostly just because I… I’m becoming a fallen. N-Not that being a Fallen is bad o-or anything! I just… I’m scared to hurt anyone…” she averts her gaze once again, but this time, she takes his hand. It’s warm against her lukewarm skin.

“I don’t… know what a hickey is, b-but… it must have stung a little! I… I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me… a-and my poor dad… my mother… it must be really… difficult for him to see me like this. It breaks my heart. I…”

She pauses and swallows back her tears.

“A-Anyway… I know it’ll be okay. I… I’m not even thirsty anymore! Your blood really did the trick!~ Thank you!~” she chirps happily, gripping at his hand excitedly. She gazes upon her love, immediately perking up. She sits up on her knees, gripping his shoulders to support herself. She swings herself on to his lap and sinks herself into a warm embrace for a few seconds.

“Hmmmm…~ O-Oh! A-And don’t worry, I have these special bracelets that make me weak! S-So… I can’t hurt you…”

She pulls back and gazes upon him. Her vision is still blurry, but…

“N-Now, let me see how beautiful you are! Hehe!~” she giggles, cupping his face in her hands. She traces her fingers upon his visage once more, smiling…

“I know you’re probably tired and you have to sleep soon, b-but… I want to try to see your face before… I try to sleep…” she whispers.

She’s not sure if she’s okay?

What a weirdo…

For some stupid reason it brings a smile to his face. He knows he shouldn’t be giving into any negativity right now. Especially to a girl as fragile as Dusk is in this moment. He can tell she’s somewhat frail, somewhat doubting herself. It’s understandable, and it’s plain as day. From the way she shakes upon drinking the vial, to the slow vibrato of a breath that she exhales after downing said liquid. She’s reluctant, but it pays off.

Fate rewards her for a second, smiling down upon her blind eyes.

Her energy is restored, and her thirst is quenched, for now. A silent sigh of relief softens the pressure in the dhampir’s chest. Kaspar bites his lip, about to open his mouth to speak- when suddenly, she plops into his lap.

A solid streak of pink dusts his pale skin and he looks down upon her with embarrassed eyes.

“Well, I’m glad that you’re okay, Dusky,” he replies short.

“I don’t know what I would have done…”

Her touch sends him back, to just a few hours ago. The pure warmth of light, yet without the havoc of war at the forefront. Simply put, Heaven.

Instinctively, his hands whittle down to her sides, and he places them around her waist. She’s petite… almost feels like he could break her, but when he grips her- he realizes she’s sturdy. More than sturdy. She’s far from fragile, you dolt. She could melt lava with a single tear. She could shatter glass with a flick of her wrist. And now, as a Fallen, who knew what power flowed through her veins…

He smiles down at her.

“Take as long as you’d like… my love.”

[righteousxavenger]

clumsyangel​:

She sucks the blood out of the vial so intensely that it’s surprising the glass doesn’t shatter in her mouth. The blood coats her mouth, liquid gold sliding down her throat. She listens to him as she finishes her meal.

“Ahhhh!~” she lets out a satisfied gasp, setting the vial aside. She somehow looks more… energetic. Almost instantaneously, her hair appears more… shiny. Her expression is more concentrated and aware, the blush in her cheeks returns.

“Am I… okay?”

The question echoes in her mind. I mean, now she’s okay. She’s safe, for the first time in a long time… and he’s here. But…

She lets out a breath, looking upon the two vials solumnly.

“I… I don’t really know… i-is that strange?” she looks up at him.

“I guess… it’s mostly just because I… I’m becoming a fallen. N-Not that being a Fallen is bad o-or anything! I just… I’m scared to hurt anyone…” she averts her gaze once again, but this time, she takes his hand. It’s warm against her lukewarm skin.

“I don’t… know what a hickey is, b-but… it must have stung a little! I… I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me… a-and my poor dad… my mother… it must be really… difficult for him to see me like this. It breaks my heart. I…”

She pauses and swallows back her tears.

“A-Anyway… I know it’ll be okay. I… I’m not even thirsty anymore! Your blood really did the trick!~ Thank you!~” she chirps happily, gripping at his hand excitedly. She gazes upon her love, immediately perking up. She sits up on her knees, gripping his shoulders to support herself. She swings herself on to his lap and sinks herself into a warm embrace for a few seconds.

“Hmmmm…~ O-Oh! A-And don’t worry, I have these special bracelets that make me weak! S-So… I can’t hurt you…”

She pulls back and gazes upon him. Her vision is still blurry, but…

“N-Now, let me see how beautiful you are! Hehe!~” she giggles, cupping his face in her hands. She traces her fingers upon his visage once more, smiling…

“I know you’re probably tired and you have to sleep soon, b-but… I want to try to see your face before… I try to sleep…” she whispers.

She’s not sure if she’s okay?

What a weirdo...

For some stupid reason it brings a smile to his face. He knows he shouldn’t be giving into any negativity right now. Especially to a girl as fragile as Dusk is in this moment. He can tell she’s somewhat frail, somewhat doubting herself. It’s understandable, and it’s plain as day. From the way she shakes upon drinking the vial, to the slow vibrato of a breath that she exhales after downing said liquid. She’s reluctant, but it pays off.

Fate rewards her for a second, smiling down upon her blind eyes.

Her energy is restored, and her thirst is quenched, for now. A silent sigh of relief softens the pressure in the dhampir’s chest. Kaspar bites his lip, about to open his mouth to speak- when suddenly, she plops into his lap.

A solid streak of pink dusts his pale skin and he looks down upon her with embarrassed eyes.

“Well, I’m glad that you’re okay, Dusky,” he replies short.

“I don’t know what I would have done...”

Her touch sends him back, to just a few hours ago. The pure warmth of light, yet without the havoc of war at the forefront. Simply put, Heaven.

Instinctively, his hands whittle down to her sides, and he places them around her waist. She’s petite... almost feels like he could break her, but when he grips her- he realizes she’s sturdy. More than sturdy. She’s far from fragile, you dolt. She could melt lava with a single tear. She could shatter glass with a flick of her wrist. And now, as a Fallen, who knew what power flowed through her veins...

He smiles down at her.

“Take as long as you’d like... my love.”

[righteousxavenger]

clumsyangel​:

She tries her hardest to focus her eyes on his form. She can’t help a small smile begin to take form. He was… so precious. Even the most ridiculous and insensitive statements– they always aligned to be the most perfect things to say. He always knew how to help her feel better.

“N-No!! I-I mean… it’s fine, I guess…” she retorts, but… she stops. His presence… it made it all pointless. If anyone understood where she was coming from, it was him. There was no use in trying to hide it, hide anything. With tears in her eyes, she moves closer to him, wrapping her arms around him and tangling him in a string of IV lines. She stays there in silence, taking in his scent. His warmth.

“I’m just… I’m so happy you’re okay…” she whispers, “I’m so sorry, Kas…”

She lets go and tries her best to look him in the eyes, smiling and squinting out tears.

“Hm… really? W-Well… if it prevents me from hurting you again, I’ll… I’ll do anything.”

With a nod, she fixates her gaze on the vials in front of her. She gulps. They’re still warm…

A shaky breath.

Bliss.

She holds the vial in both hands, eyes closed, drinking from it deeply.

“Mmmmmm!~”

It’s like he’s tangled in a web. It’s hard coming out of his shell, but at the same time, it’s all so easy. Everything is so natural with her. It’s always been. Why fight it? She smells good... a lot like how she used to.

He quite enjoys being with her like this. He could get used to this, he thinks to himself.

“Of course I’m okay,” he replies, a semblance of a grin on his face.

From their embrace, he pulls back, taking this moment to gaze into her eyes, their hearts connected.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than a hickey to kill me.”

It’s all so easy.

She downs his blood rightfully so. He nods to himself.

“Pretty good, huh?” he asks, tilting his head with a smirk.

“Back when I was in solitude, that was the only thing keeping me alive. Well, that and rabbit meat, of course.”

Kaspar lets out a soft chuckle. He soaks in the moment with her, counting the twitch of her nose as she sparkles with excitement. A sight for sore eyes. She’s as beautiful as ever...

There’s still lots to do, but... moments like these are what makes life worth living, he thinks to himself.

“... what about you, though? Are you okay, Dusk?”

[righteousxavenger]

clumsyangel​:

It’s been a few hours, but they feel like an eternity. An eternity of relentless anxiety.

She is sleeping, or should be sleeping… at least, that’s what her father is lead to believe. It’s impossible to sleep, however.

She feels a gentle hand touch her shoulder, a whisper follows:

“I’ll be right back, okay, hun?”

She nods sleepily in response.

The sound of the door closes. She lays on her back in bed, her scarred wings splayed out underneath her. She stares at the ceiling, blurry and hazy. A sigh. Helpless.

What is Kaspar doing right now…? I hope he’s okay. God, he must hate me…

The door flings open. She expects it to be her father, but… his voice.

She sits up wearily. Despite her limited vision, she can tell it’s him.

“K-Kaspar?”

She sits on the bed, in utter shock. He was acting as if nothing had happened. He was still… just as sweet as ever. And somehow, it broke her heart even more.

“Kaspar… I’m so, so sorry. I–”

Blood. It attacks her nostrils like pepper. God. Even in her awful vision, she sees two blots of crimson resting on the bed beside her. It’s a familiar scent and consistency. His blood.

“I–” she speaks after a moment of heavy silence, gulping the ball in her throat, “I can’t!! A-And besides!! Your blood is bitter!”

Kaspar deadpans. He makes a makeshift sort of frown, confused stare sort of deal and just stares at her. A simple shake of the head. She can’t be serious, can she? Playing hard to get at a time like this...

It’s just like her. At least she’s back to normal... a little.

He shoves his left hand in his pocket, carrying both syringes with his right hand. Kaspar lifts the utensil to his nose and takes a whiff.

“... is it really that bad?” he asks, pondering.

“Man, who cares? Do you want my blood or what?”

He saunters to her side and places the syringes on the small table beside her bed. Kaspar shuts one of his eyes and grins at her.

“Don’t worry about it. You shoulda seen how crazy /I/ went when I first awoke to my bloodlust...”

Kaspar sits on the bed with a smile.

“It’s fucked up, but the more you drink, the easier it is to suppress it. Wouldn’t want any accidents, right?”

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Time passes. Hours.

It’s a weird combination, being confused, happy, and sad at the same exact time. Intoxicating? Hardly. Confused because the purest girl he’s ever met has suddenly became a bloodsucker, like him. Happy, because the purest girl he’s ever met has suddenly been thrust into his life again. Sad, because life likes to kick you down when you’re up. It was one of those times.

His feet tap against the wooden floor. He sits upon a mahogany bench just a few doors away from the love of his life, the woman he’s just proposed to. He stares down to the ground, aimlessly tapping his fingers to each other. A few nurses carts litter the tan and brown hall, next to doors of the ill. He tries to sort out the mess in his heart. The mess in his head.

He can still feel the sting on his neck. Little bites formed into swelling scabs from the hours before, though still wet to the touch. Softly throbbing yet liquidating all the same. It reminds him of her, not just because of her infliction, but because of their situation. Their love.

“You can visit her, if you’d like,” Dr. Freeman speaks up.

Kaspar blinks and glances ahead. He must have zoned out, because the figure before him suddenly shocks him.

He purses his lips and hangs his head to the side, giving himself a moment to clear his thoughts. He frowns and returns his head to the

Dr. Freeman smiles a bit to himself, crouching down to meet Kaspar’s eyes.

“You don’t wish to see her?” he asks.

“It’s not that I don’t want to see her,” Kaspar replies, “I just don’t know if she wants to see me.”

Dr. Freeman chortles in response.

“Whatever do you mean, my boy? I believe she would be exasperated to see you.”

Kaspar cranes his neck to the side, looking up to Dr. Freeman’s gaze.

“Well, I know Dusk is probably really.. broken up about this,” he mutters, “I just... don’t want to make things worse.”

The doctor shakes his head.

“Well, of course she’s broken up about it. That is exactly why you must go to her. How would you feel if you were in her shoes?”

Kaspar furrows his brow.

“It’s okay. We've given her two bangles to suppress her urges. Not to say that it’ll completely surpass the hunger, though we believe it should suffice for some time.”

Kaspar takes in a breath and nods in reply.

“Well, that’s good... but...”

Dr. Freeman shakes his head and stands up to his full height, beginning his exit.

“No buts, my friend. See to her. Show her what it means to be human.”

The thought causes Kaspar to smile. He chuckles.

“She knows that better than anyone.”

Dr. Freeman smirks in reply.

“Then it seems you have an easy job ahead of you. Be seeing you, Mr. Reaper,” he says.

Kaspar watches Dr. Freeman’s back as he leaves. The sound of his footsteps drown out in the distance, before his exit is sealed with the clacking and clunk of a wooden door closing shut.

Silence.

After a moment, he stands up from the bench. He briefly wonders how Azazel is taking all of this... but he shakes the thought off as he walks towards Dusk’s room. It’s been a few hours and he’s anxious about the whole ordeal. Though it’s not that he can ignore it. Take the bull by the horns, Azazel would always tell him. Man up and face your problems head on.

As he reflects, he notices a syringe upon a nurses cart in the hallway. It gives him an idea.

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A tap on the door. A few seconds pass before Kaspar enters the room with a smile.

“This room occupied?” he asks charmingly with two syringes in hand, both filled to the brim with crimson.

He doesn’t wait for an answer and simply seats himself upon the bed beside her. He offers the two vials to her with a grin on his face.

“You seemed pretty hungry so.”

clumsyangel​:

“O-Oh…!” she immediately loosens her grip. Jeez… maybe these IV fluids are magic!

“I’m sorry…”

But, she blushes. He really… actually… wants HER… to be his Queen?

The thought made her heart flutter. It was a dream come true.

He was right about that, too. The fact he asked her out was… a pretty big deal for him. And she was so, so happy he did.

She smiles upon her newly found best friend girlfriend. Her lover.

Her… King?

She purses her lips, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to appear hard to get… but she can’t help her self from giggling.

“Hehehe!~ Welllllll~ I’ll be your Queen! Under a few conditions!” she nods.

“First, you have to give me one kiss every day! Just like the one we just had! Second, I want to cuddle under the moon light, like in Vampiric Love! Third, you have to let me protect you, for the rest of our lives!”

She wraps her arms around him, getting closer…

“And finally, my last condition- you have to be my King! A-And…”

Suddenly… the sound of his pulse rings in her ears. She sweats. Being so close to his neck… she swallows. She feels two little fangs poke her bottom lip. Her breath is heavy against his skin. What lays beneath is all she can think about.

“A-And… u-um…” she whispers.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Pop…

Her two little fangs sink into the flesh of his neck, but they barely penetrate enough to draw a large amount of blood. She can’t help herself. She grips on to his head, pushing him down on the bed with an extreme amount of force, licking and lapping at his oozing skin.

There’s a knock on the door. It swings open.

“DUSKY!!!! I’m here!!!!!!!” Azazel’s voice rings through the room.

His heart thumps.

“O-One kiss every day? O-Okay I mean… Like, I can do that no problem!” he chirps, arms outstretched.

There’s a dark blush on his face.

“A-And uh… cuddling?”

He can swear his face is on fire right now. Kaspar averts his eyes and bites his lip.

“I-I uh… Well, I… I’d like that…” he mutters.

Kaspar glances back up to her, his eyes soft.

“W-Wait a minute, I want to be the one to protect YOU!” he argues, but as she gets closer, he ignores it. Kaspar takes in a deep breath, locking eyes with her.

In that moment, their crimson eyes matched. He saw a beast not dissimilar to the one he once was. He was reminded of the first time they met. In a way, he was nostalgic- holding onto their treasured memories… but shocked, in a way that words simply couldn’t describe.

The sounds drown out in silence, and he becomes a prey. He holds his breath, eyes glassed over. Its warm… sharp… wet. It drizzles down his skin like a throbbing venom. For some reason, he can’t will himself to do anything about it. Not until his Master opens the door.

“W-What the hell?” Azazel breathes.

Kaspar blinks back into consciousness and looks upon his lover before him.

“Huh…?” he asks, a look of shock upon his face.

Azazel rushes to Dusk, grabbing ahold of her with the force of adrenaline. His face twists in contortion, horror upon it.

He shouts, not at his daughter, but for her. He shouts for the lover that he lost, and how Dusk reminds him of that very day. Her hair, her face, her eyes, her voice. Even the blood upon her lips. It pains him to the grave, shattering the sky he holds upon his soul.

He’s able to drag the girl to the corner of the room, gripping her with all his might.

“Kid, get Dr. Freeman!” he shouts, tears in his eyes.

Kaspar slowly sits up and watches upon the event with dissociation. He does not move.

“Huh…?”

Azazel glares.

“GO!!” he screams.

Kaspar stirs to his senses once more, confusion riddling his brain. He throws himself off the bed and runs to the hall- letting the anxiety grab hold of him.

“DOCTOR!” he shouts, “DOCTOR FREEMAN!”

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clumsyangel​:

“O-Oh…!” she immediately loosens her grip. Jeez… maybe these IV fluids are magic!

“I’m sorry…”

But, she blushes. He really… actually… wants HER… to be his Queen?

The thought made her heart flutter. It was a dream come true.

He was right about that, too. The fact he asked her out was… a pretty big deal for him. And she was so, so happy he did.

She smiles upon her newly found best friend girlfriend. Her lover.

Her… King?

She purses her lips, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to appear hard to get… but she can’t help her self from giggling.

“Hehehe!~ Welllllll~ I’ll be your Queen! Under a few conditions!” she nods.

“First, you have to give me one kiss every day! Just like the one we just had! Second, I want to cuddle under the moon light, like in Vampiric Love! Third, you have to let me protect you, for the rest of our lives!”

She wraps her arms around him, getting closer…

“And finally, my last condition- you have to be my King! A-And…”

Suddenly… the sound of his pulse rings in her ears. She sweats. Being so close to his neck… she swallows. She feels two little fangs poke her bottom lip. Her breath is heavy against his skin. What lays beneath is all she can think about.

“A-And… u-um…” she whispers.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Pop…

Her two little fangs sink into the flesh of his neck, but they barely penetrate enough to draw a large amount of blood. She can’t help herself. She grips on to his head, pushing him down on the bed with an extreme amount of force, licking and lapping at his oozing skin.

There’s a knock on the door. It swings open.

“DUSKY!!!! I’m here!!!!!!!” Azazel’s voice rings through the room.

His heart thumps.

“O-One kiss every day? O-Okay I mean... Like, I can do that no problem!” he chirps, arms outstretched.

There’s a dark blush on his face.

“A-And uh... cuddling?”

He can swear his face is on fire right now. Kaspar averts his eyes and bites his lip.

“I-I uh... Well, I... I’d like that...” he mutters.

Kaspar glances back up to her, his eyes soft.

“W-Wait a minute, I want to be the one to protect YOU!” he argues, but as she gets closer, he ignores it. Kaspar takes in a deep breath, locking eyes with her.

In that moment, their crimson eyes matched. He saw a beast not dissimilar to the one he once was. He was reminded of the first time they met. In a way, he was nostalgic- holding onto their treasured memories... but shocked, in a way that words simply couldn’t describe.

The sounds drown out in silence, and he becomes a prey. He holds his breath, eyes glassed over. Its warm... sharp... wet. It drizzles down his skin like a throbbing venom. For some reason, he can’t will himself to do anything about it. Not until his Master opens the door.

“W-What the hell?” Azazel breathes.

Kaspar blinks back into consciousness and looks upon his lover before him.

“Huh...?” he asks, a look of shock upon his face.

Azazel rushes to Dusk, grabbing ahold of her with the force of adrenaline. His face twists in contortion, horror upon it.

He shouts, not at his daughter, but for her. He shouts for the lover that he lost, and how Dusk reminds him of that very day. Her hair, her face, her eyes, her voice. Even the blood upon her lips. It pains him to the grave, shattering the sky he holds upon his soul.

He’s able to drag the girl to the corner of the room, gripping her with all his might.

“Kid, get Dr. Freeman!” he shouts, tears in his eyes.

Kaspar slowly sits up and watches upon the event with dissociation. He does not move.

“Huh...?”

Azazel glares.

“GO!!” he screams.

Kaspar stirs to his senses once more, confusion riddling his brain. He throws himself off the bed and runs to the hall- letting the anxiety grab hold of him.

“DOCTOR!” he shouts, “DOCTOR FREEMAN!”

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clumsyangel​:

Their kiss feels like an eternity. Time stops. Bliss. Their eternal connection solidified. As they kiss, a small fang pokes her lip… her eyes shoot open as they pull away, their foreheads still touching. She tries her best to ignore the little fang riddling her lip, hopefully he doesn’t notice. But… the thirst is there.

“I love you, Kaspar… I… I think I’ve loved you even before I met you on Aster… is that strange?” she laughs.

She gazes upon a blurry figure, but she doesn’t need to see. She knows. She keeps her hands on his face, lightly tracing. Memorizing. Adoring.

She giggles contently at his comment, nodding, gasping.

“S-So! Does this make us best friend girlfriends? L-Like in Vampiric Love?” she grabs on to his shoulders. Her grip is… strong?

“Hmmm… but… I don’t think I could make a good Queen for you, Kas… I can barely be down in Hell for more than five minutes… I’m… I’m sorry.”

Even... before they met? There’s a heat of red upon his face. He smirks in reply, and gently places his hands upon her waist.

“So that’s why you were so awkward...” he affirms, the blush starting to leave as cockiness took its place.

“I knew there was something different about you. You’ve always been able to, well, pull me outta my shell. Somehow, I think you’ve always done that... even when I hadn’t known you,” he says, leaning his head back.

Then he blinks a few times.

“W-Wha?” he chuckles, “Yeah, Dusk... I’m your best friend girlfriend. For now, and for ever.”

His bones softly crunch against her grip and he winces, letting out a gentle howl.

“Y-You’re... so strong!” he whines, “S-See? You’d definitely make a good Queen...!”

Kaspar grunts and squirms around, moving his hands up to grasp upon her wrists, easing her clenching hands.

“B-Besides... you don’t need to actually BE in Hell, y’know? Maybe we can, I dunno, go remote or somethin’!” he chimes.

“P-Please?! I-I mean, it took a lotta guts just tryin’ to ask you out like this, you know! I really want you to be my Queen!”

@righteousxavenger

It's been years... no, months... weeks?

She's not sure.

She's not even sure what time of day it is, or... really, how she got into this situation. It's all cloudy.

All she knows is that she is tired, her eyes crusted with dried blood soaked up by a blindfold. Her body is frail and weak, her wings have gone numb from the burning of silver on her otherworldly flesh. An insatiable thirst has taken her over.

But even still, she still prays and hopes that he will come for her.

Her light and purity has been almost drained completely. She can feel it. She knows the destruction of her light and how it must be completely enveloping Aster and it's people by now. The suffering she has caused. She cries thinking of it, but her body can't even produce one single tear.

"Oh, my sweet Dusk... you've done so well..." a menacing voice pierces through an otherwise silent void.

"The process is almost complete. You really are such a good little Angel... just like your Mother. How does it feel to fulfill your purpose as a Chosen of Light?"

Silence.

Then, the sound of hand against flesh radiates the air. He slaps her cheek, but she doesn't even wince.

"ANSWER ME WHEN SPOKEN TO, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN ANGEL... I know you're helplessly waiting for that pathetic half Blackened Angel, but he's not coming... he doesn't love you. So give it up."

To be frank, she wants to respond just so she doesn't get slapped like that again, but she just... doesn't have the energy to spare.

"Tch..."

She hears him walk away from her, until suddenly... she hears the sound of a door open. The footsteps stop.

"Oh..." the devilish voice rings, a tinge of surprise, "So I guess you did find your way to Heaven's Door after all... "

Dusk raises her head slightly. A familiar presence. It... can't be.

"Kaspar...?"

[righteousxavenger]

Her arms are his home. Nothing has been more prevalent in his life than in this moment. The burning fire in his chest resounds. He will protect this woman, every day for the rest of eternity. Dark and Light, combined to become one. As she presses her lips to his, his eyes shoot open.

There’s a warmth in his heart, on his face, and in his soul. She smells of blossoms, flowers and an ocean breeze. She tastes of honeysuckle. Her lips are so soft, he thinks. Slowly, his eyes close in response, and into the kiss he leans.

His lips press ever so gingerly against her own, his hand guiding towards her. His fingers cross between Dusk’s, interlocking their hand and solidifying the spoken bond between their hearts. There’s a flush on his cheeks.

Kissing the woman he’s loved since the day they met. To say this was a long time coming was more than an understatement. If he could stay this way for the rest of his life, he would be content, he thinks.

After an eternal bliss, their lips separate and his breath is heavy. His forehead presses against her own, and all he can do is simply laugh in response. To his own awkwardness, to the passion that just ensued, and the situation they found themselves in. The King of Hell and the Chosen of Light, lovers on opposite sides of the spectrum. Though with each passing second, she grew more of a Blackened, and her vision was all but gone.

With a soft giggle and a snort, Kaspar opens his eyes and stares into her own. They’re glassy, but they’re hers. His Dusky.

“Well... that happened,” he utters.

@righteousxavenger

It's been years... no, months... weeks?

She's not sure.

She's not even sure what time of day it is, or... really, how she got into this situation. It's all cloudy.

All she knows is that she is tired, her eyes crusted with dried blood soaked up by a blindfold. Her body is frail and weak, her wings have gone numb from the burning of silver on her otherworldly flesh. An insatiable thirst has taken her over.

But even still, she still prays and hopes that he will come for her.

Her light and purity has been almost drained completely. She can feel it. She knows the destruction of her light and how it must be completely enveloping Aster and it's people by now. The suffering she has caused. She cries thinking of it, but her body can't even produce one single tear.

"Oh, my sweet Dusk... you've done so well..." a menacing voice pierces through an otherwise silent void.

"The process is almost complete. You really are such a good little Angel... just like your Mother. How does it feel to fulfill your purpose as a Chosen of Light?"

Silence.

Then, the sound of hand against flesh radiates the air. He slaps her cheek, but she doesn't even wince.

"ANSWER ME WHEN SPOKEN TO, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN ANGEL... I know you're helplessly waiting for that pathetic half Blackened Angel, but he's not coming... he doesn't love you. So give it up."

To be frank, she wants to respond just so she doesn't get slapped like that again, but she just... doesn't have the energy to spare.

"Tch..."

She hears him walk away from her, until suddenly... she hears the sound of a door open. The footsteps stop.

"Oh..." the devilish voice rings, a tinge of surprise, "So I guess you did find your way to Heaven's Door after all... "

Dusk raises her head slightly. A familiar presence. It... can't be.

"Kaspar...?"

[righteousxavenger]

clumsyangel​:

She’s antsy, glancing around the room. Melinda speaks to her, her voice soft and gentle. It comforts her. Not being able to see all that well was a bit alarming, along with the anticipation to see him… but Melinda was calming and sweet.

She nods softly to Melinda, but her focus is still on the door.

“… I’ll send him in right when you’re all settled, okay? I know you missed him,” Melinda chirps, “And I know he missed you, too…”

Dusk smiles, nodding bashfully as she takes her hand and leads her to the bathroom.

“Let’s get you all nice and cleaned up, and clean these wounds a bit…”

She’s lead into a warm, bubbly bath. Her entire form relaxes into the warm embrace of the water, soothing her wounds and aching body.

“I bet that feels good!” Melinda says, gently rubbing her back with a soft wash cloth.

“Mmmhmmmm……..” she sighs, her eyes closed, “Thank you!!”

“Of course, sweetheart! It looks like the fluids are already helping a little, too!”

“A-Ah! Yes, I… I do feel a little better now that you mention it…”

Once all dried off and dressed in a fluffy white night gown, Melinda leads her back into the room, dragging an IV pole behind. She tucks her into a hospital bed.

“Alright, sweetheart! I’ll go get him. Just wait here, alright?”

“O-Okay! Thank you again, Melinda! I’m feeling a lot better already thanks to you…” Dusk smiles. She feels a little more energetic than before, the color in her face beginning to return.

Melinda pets her head before leaving the room.

Silence. For what feels like an eternity, but really it’s only a few moments.

Her heart flutters. She feels… nervous. It only crossed her mind now of how… rough she must look. She flushes with embarrassment. Nothing she can do to really help it, she thinks.

D-Did he hear what I said that day… when I went to Heaven…? Does he remember?

What does he even think of me?

Hmmmm… what if he’s too busy being the King of Hell to… have a best friend girlfriend? It seems like really intense work…

Oh, god oh god…..

She buries her face in the sheets, burritoing herself in the comforter… when suddenly, she hears the door open. She looks up.

She sees a figure in the door way, a figure she can only assume is… him. She knows.

She smiles wide.

“KASPAR!!!” she jolts up, sitting on her knees. Her arms are open, completely ignoring the IV lodged into her wrist.

She looks surprisingly... energetic. It’s the first thing he notices. The way her nose wiggles when she gets excited, or the way she throws her arms out when she wants to spread joy. That sparkle in her eyes that always appears whenever she looks at him. He can see it in the ghost of her eyes, and it pains him to think about. It pains him to notice. Kaspar gazes upon her, giving her an offhanded smile. It was easier to trick yourself into smiling before you found the thing that would inevitably make you frown.

He could tell by the way she moved that she wasn’t fully aware of her surroundings. Not that she ever was, but... this time it was more apparent. Like a dog unable to smell, sniffing around the air frantically. The sight causes him to smile. But its the thought that causes it to turn into a frown. His heart succumbs, and he can feel the weight in his chest is too heavy to bear. Tears fill his eyelids as he moves forward.

He can hear his footsteps.

Clak.

Clak.

They echo against his eardrums, pounding incessantly. Knocking- no, slamming on the door to his emotions so ungraciously it’s practically kicking down the door. With every step, he feels another wall buckle down, deteriorating, shattering. He gazes upon her with vulnerability, and the smile he tried so hard to lie about comes to a close. Teardrops fall from his bloodstained eyes, dribbling past the protrusion of a small fang that peeks from his pale lips.

“Dusk,” he whispers, dashing to her side. He doesn’t care one bit about the IVs that sink into her veins.

He cradles her in his arms without a second thought, pressing her head into his chest. He leans his face down to hers, taking in her scent. His eyes close. His tears fall onto her, as he shudders. He holds her close to him for the first time, and has no intention of letting her go.

“I’m so sorry, Dusky...” he utters, shaking.

“This is all my fault... you’re becoming a Fallen...” Kaspar leans himself back and pushes her bangs to the side.

He can’t help the tears that continue to rain down his face. When his eyes meet hers, he smiles a somber one. He can see joy in her eyes... but worry. Pain looking upon itself in the mirror.

Kaspar brushes his thumb gently against the side of her face, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

“I’m so happy that you’re here now.”

He swallows. He can feel the heart in his chest. The human within him, crying out in anguish. No, not anguish, but anxiety. Relenting anxiety. Excitement even. Her frame is so gentle. Her neck is so petite. She feels like an old twig that he could snap at any second, so withered and frail. Yet, he treats her with the utmost care. She’s always had a small frame, he tells himself, and I’ve always been gentle with her.

“I-I’ve been... doin’ a lot of thinking while you’ve been gone, y’know? And...” Kaspar chuckles to himself, “Well, y’know I’m... well, I’m a King now, right?”

He bites his lower lip.

“W-Well I know you know that but like, I’ve... I’ve finally accepted that, y’know? And well.. well, you know.”

Kaspar sweats.

God.

“Listen. Dusk,” he grounds himself.

“I-I want you to know that a King is only as good as his Queen. And... I-I would be honored if- if you would be mine.”

There’s a darkness that covers his face. Red, pink, purple, flushed upon his visage like the turning leaves of Fall, yet vibrant like the sundering rains of Spring, a gentle flash of what Summer wishes to yield.

“I promise you that I will protect you for the rest of eternity. Even if this body should fail me... and my soul is taken from me, I would take it back. I would stop at nothing to fight beyond myself, beyond the afterlife to be with you. When you were taken from me, I... I lost a part of myself. I never want to feel that way again,” he utters.

“I... I love you.”

@righteousxavenger

It's been years... no, months... weeks?

She's not sure.

She's not even sure what time of day it is, or... really, how she got into this situation. It's all cloudy.

All she knows is that she is tired, her eyes crusted with dried blood soaked up by a blindfold. Her body is frail and weak, her wings have gone numb from the burning of silver on her otherworldly flesh. An insatiable thirst has taken her over.

But even still, she still prays and hopes that he will come for her.

Her light and purity has been almost drained completely. She can feel it. She knows the destruction of her light and how it must be completely enveloping Aster and it's people by now. The suffering she has caused. She cries thinking of it, but her body can't even produce one single tear.

"Oh, my sweet Dusk... you've done so well..." a menacing voice pierces through an otherwise silent void.

"The process is almost complete. You really are such a good little Angel... just like your Mother. How does it feel to fulfill your purpose as a Chosen of Light?"

Silence.

Then, the sound of hand against flesh radiates the air. He slaps her cheek, but she doesn't even wince.

"ANSWER ME WHEN SPOKEN TO, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN ANGEL... I know you're helplessly waiting for that pathetic half Blackened Angel, but he's not coming... he doesn't love you. So give it up."

To be frank, she wants to respond just so she doesn't get slapped like that again, but she just... doesn't have the energy to spare.

"Tch..."

She hears him walk away from her, until suddenly... she hears the sound of a door open. The footsteps stop.

"Oh..." the devilish voice rings, a tinge of surprise, "So I guess you did find your way to Heaven's Door after all... "

Dusk raises her head slightly. A familiar presence. It... can't be.

"Kaspar...?"

[righteousxavenger]

clumsyangel​:

She nods and clutches on to the water bottle with both hands, raising it to her lips and drinking deeply. She nearly chugs the whole thing.

…

Still thirsty. In fact, she almost feels thirstier. How odd.

She looks up at Kaspar, or what she perceived to be Kaspar at least, and hands him the canister.

“Thank you…”

Something about not being able to see very clearly made her heart ache. She reaches out to touch his face, when suddenly, she finds herself being whisked away by her father.

She merely smiles at her father’s comment, clutching his arm affectionately, but also for support.

“Thanks, Dad.”

She turns back to look at Kaspar a little. She takes a shaky breath, her eyes glazed over with tears. All she can do is smile at him, helpless. But safe, comfortable, surrounded by her family at long last. Kaspar…

Then suddenly, they’re transported into a sea of black, which disintegrates into light once more. The air is ever so sweet, familiar… a gentle breeze graces her cheeks. The sound of children playing, people conversing. Aster.

She hears a somewhat familiar voice.

“Dr. Freeman?”

“S-Sure! I don’t mi-” she starts before Azazel interrupts.

“D-Dad!” she laughs, “I don’t mind at all! U-Um… if Kaspar could come with me, too…”

“Of course he can, sweetie! Lets go,” he says, tugging her into the clinic. Dr. Freeman looks at Kaspar and shrugs.

She’s led into what she can only assume is an exam room of sorts. The exam table is cold. Azazel stands near her, holding her hand.

“Alright, Miss Chosen… how are you feeling?” Dr. Freeman asks as he begins his exam.

“U-Um… I feel a lot better now that I’m home!” she smiles, “I… I’m just really sleepy… I can’t see very well, and uh… I’m really thirsty.”

Azazel looks at Dr. Freeman, a concerned look. Dr. Freeman purses his lips, shining a light in Dusk’s eyes.

“Hmm… it seems you have lost some eye sight. But I think with the proper treatment, it can get better!” he chirps, “Let’s get some fluids going, and some liquid nutrition, see if we can get you eating a little,” he says, patting her head gently, “I’m going to keep you here for a few days so I can keep an eye on you, but we’ll have you feeling better in no time,” he smiles.

Dusk nods happily.

“Thanks, Doctor!”

“Of course, now–” Dr. Freeman shifts his focus to a nurse, “Melinda, could you escort the Chosen to a room, please? Set her up with some IVs, and a bath of Holy water.”

“Of course, Doctor,” the nurse takes Dusk’s other hand, and along with Azazel, they escort her to her room, “We will get you feeling better in no time, sweetie.”

Dusk looks back at Kaspar. She wants him to come with her… the door closes.

Silence.

Dr. Freeman sighs, looking up at Kaspar.

“She’s not quite a Fallen yet… her Angelic powers will hopefully be restored the more time she spends on Aster. But… I want to keep her over night to make sure she doesn’t hurt anyone. That thirst…”

Within a few moments the nurse known as Melinda returns with the bags of fluids. She clips them up to a pole and winks at Dusky.

“Now, this might sting a little, but it’ll be over quick, okay?” she chirps, grabbing at Dusk’s arm and feels for a vein.

What she sees is almost a gold flowing through her veins, though she can feel how dehydrated she is. No matter how hard she tries, a vein won’t submerge from her skin. She purses her lips and nods to herself.

“It looks like we’re gonna have to poke a vein in your hand instead,” she says, holding her wrist and feeling for a vein. Within a moment, she grabs a butterfly clip and pokes it into a vein on the back of her palm. She smiles.

“Wasn’t too bad, right?” Melinda bows, “Dr. Freeman will be in soon. Just wait here!”

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Kaspar eyes the Doctor, gaze heavy. He takes in a sharp breath, his eyes falling to the floor. He nods slowly. The last thing he wants to hear: the Chosen of Light becoming a Blackened Angel. If only he were quicker... this wouldn’t have happened. He knows of the thirst Dr. Freeman speaks of. His own thirst. The thirst for human blood. The thought of Dusk extracting blood on her own causes him to wince.

“... Do you know of a way to restore her purity?” he asks.

Dr. Freeman purses his lips, coiling his fingers around his chin in thought. His glasses flash with reflection.

“Well, I’ve thoughts about the matter... though they are not but thoughts. Theories, more like. My first thought would be to bring her back to Heaven, though...”

Kaspar shakes his head.

“That’s where she’s been this whole time,” he replies, “Probably how she’s been losing her eye sight as well...”

Dr. Freeman nods.

“I agree. They say that the Light of Heaven is brighter than even the sun. I’m sure that if any human were exposed to such Light, they would surely go blind.”

“Though... Dusk isn’t human,” Kaspar replies.

Dr. Freeman shrugs.

“Though being upon Aster has given her more... humanlike qualities, has it not?” he asks, “Perhaps returning to Heaven after living here for so long had a negative effect upon her. I believe that would explain her lack of vision...”

Kaspar frowns and glances to the wall.

Suddenly, Melinda walks through the door and smiles at Kaspar, glancing to Dr. Freeman.

“She’s receiving the fluids now. She was showing signs of severe dehydration.”

Dr. Freeman nods.

“We’ll keep an eye on her. Thank you Melinda,” he replies, “Reaper, we’ll talk more about her purity later.”

Kaspar bites his lower lip, tapping his foot a bit. His gaze travels up, towards the pair.

“Can I-?”

Melinda grins.

“Of course. She’s waiting for you, you know?”

Dr. Freeman chuckles.

“Indeed. She’s quite infatuated with you, White Reaper.”

Kaspar blushes, shyly averting his eyes, but moving past the two.

“Thanks,” he replies, settling his hand on the door. A pause, before he smiles to himself- the blush fading.

“You really think so?” he asks, eyes glistening.

Melinda gleams.

“C’mon hun. It’s obvious. You should tell her how you feel too,” she replies.

The blush reappears. He can hear the cries of his Master in the background. There’s something of a howl.

“LET ME SEE MY SWEETIE PIE!” he shouts.

Kaspar sighs.

“Don’t worry,” Melinda winks, “We’ll let you two have your time together.”

Dr. Freeman laughs.

“We’ll make sure the father stays put for now. You’ve got 20 minutes,” he says, patting Kaspar on the back before walking down the hallway with Melinda.

Kaspar watches the pair leave with a smile on his face. Right. That’s what he had to greet Dusk with. Not sorrow, not sadness. Nothing close to self-pity. He had to walk in with a smile on his face. He was glad to be by her side once more... and she needed to know that he cared. That he was happy to be with her.

With a gulp, Kaspar enters Dusk’s room.

@righteousxavenger

It's been years... no, months... weeks?

She's not sure.

She's not even sure what time of day it is, or... really, how she got into this situation. It's all cloudy.

All she knows is that she is tired, her eyes crusted with dried blood soaked up by a blindfold. Her body is frail and weak, her wings have gone numb from the burning of silver on her otherworldly flesh. An insatiable thirst has taken her over.

But even still, she still prays and hopes that he will come for her.

Her light and purity has been almost drained completely. She can feel it. She knows the destruction of her light and how it must be completely enveloping Aster and it's people by now. The suffering she has caused. She cries thinking of it, but her body can't even produce one single tear.

"Oh, my sweet Dusk... you've done so well..." a menacing voice pierces through an otherwise silent void.

"The process is almost complete. You really are such a good little Angel... just like your Mother. How does it feel to fulfill your purpose as a Chosen of Light?"

Silence.

Then, the sound of hand against flesh radiates the air. He slaps her cheek, but she doesn't even wince.

"ANSWER ME WHEN SPOKEN TO, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN ANGEL... I know you're helplessly waiting for that pathetic half Blackened Angel, but he's not coming... he doesn't love you. So give it up."

To be frank, she wants to respond just so she doesn't get slapped like that again, but she just... doesn't have the energy to spare.

"Tch..."

She hears him walk away from her, until suddenly... she hears the sound of a door open. The footsteps stop.

"Oh..." the devilish voice rings, a tinge of surprise, "So I guess you did find your way to Heaven's Door after all... "

Dusk raises her head slightly. A familiar presence. It... can't be.

"Kaspar...?"

[righteousxavenger]

clumsyangel​:

She opens her eyes, slowly. The sun was bright, wincing a little in response.

She feels Kaspar let go of her, her body slumping down, her feet kiss the dead grass. It almost instantly springs to life when she touches it. It’s warm… flowers poke through. It’s hard for her to stand for long, so she clutches on to Kaspar’s arm for support.

Until she’s being held— a warm, protective embrace. Her father, at long last. She knows it’s him… the smell of mahogany and smoke fills her senses, his prickly face rubbing against hers.

“D-Dad?”

The tears don’t stop coming. She uses every ounce of strength she has to hug him back.

“Dad…” she tucks her face into the curvature of his neck, crying and laughing.

“I won’t leave you or Kaspar ever again, I promise!” she whispers, smiling through tears.

Then of course, Sin.

They have their debacle, but Dusk can’t be upset at his words. She’s home, nothing can dim her happiness in this moment. Not even Sin relentlessly making fun of her.

“Hi, Sin!” she waves.

“‘Sup, Dank… I… I guess it’s good to see ya. Dickhead over here wouldn’t stop cryin’ about you. But… I’m over here, angel bitch…”

“H-Huh?”

Turns out, she was waving to a tree over in the distance.

“O-Oh…”

“Dusk…” Azazel touches her face, his face somber.

“My eyesight… it must be a little weird. It was really, really bright up in Heaven, and my body… my body couldn’t really keep up with healing itself…”

Silence. Even if she can’t see very well, she is intuitive. She can feel the space heavy with concern.

“I-It’s okay!” she smiles, “I’m just happy to be home! I’m sure once I rest a little, my sight will come back to me!” she gives Azazel another hug, the flowers and fresh grass spreading all around them.

Muffins?

“I… I’m not really hungry, actually… I... I think I just want to take a bath… and I’m really really thirsty!”

Dusk not wanting muffins?

Thirsty…..?

Azazel gives Kaspar a frightened look.

Oh, no.

“Hmmm… guess that makes you a vampire bitch now…”

Kaspar averts his gaze to the ground. There’s a lot going on. Doubtful, he sighs.

“Well, if you’re thirsty...” he says, ignoring Sin’s obnoxious comment.

He walks to her side and places his water canister into her hand, unscrewing the top of it. Kaspar tilts his head and glances upon her, noting that her eyes did seem rather... hazy. He winces upon realizing this fact and sighs to himself. He shudders to think that perhaps her eyesight had been... taken.

Azazel takes in a deep breath.

“Drink some of that, hun, when we get back to town you can take a little nap,” he smiles.

Kaspar nods in reply and Sin shakes his head.

At least her Light Magic seems to be working... the dead grass surrounding them springs to life, and joy fills the somewhat sullen air. Kaspar can smell the foliage begin to renew, trees affixed with morning dew.

Azazel takes Dusk’s hand into his own to guide her.

“We’re not gonna let ya get taken again. I promise ya,” he assures her.

Kaspar smiles at the display, shoving a hand into his pocket. In his mind, he’s a bit jealous of her father... getting to hold her hand like that. If Azazel weren’t around, he would have surely done the same himself. It’s been too long... and his heart aches for her. But to completely disregard the company and surrounding circumstances would not be befitting of a leader. Namely a King. He makes sure to remind himself of that fact.

“I promise you too, Dusk,” Kaspar asserts, “I’ll protect you until my dying breath.”

He offers her a smile, then shuffles through his pocket for his phone. Kaspar moves his eyes to the tablet screen, tapping away at the different options, until a voice guide suddenly filled the air.

“DESTINATION?”

“Agria Village,” he declares.

“AFFIRMATIVE. TRANSPORTING NOW TO: Agria Village.”

Kaspar moves himself to his family’s side. They explode in a cesspool of darkness, liquidating upon the grass and erupting in a cloud of hazy indigo and scarlet. It’s only momentary as they suddenly appear in a cozy town.

The skyline is filled with windmills. The sound of mooing cows, stunned villagers and children playing in the distant ring upon their ears. They’ve arrived in front of a clinic. To which a man with a white robe appears, exiting it. There’s a sign before the building that reads: “Freeman’s Clinic.”

“Well if it isn’t the White Reaper!” Dr. Crispin Freeman chirps. But suddenly, he’s in shock.

“I-Is that... The Chosen?!” he shouts, running to her side. He can see how bloodied and beaten she looks. Gaunt. Her eyes glazed. Her hair raggedy. Her outward appearance doesn’t carry the Angelic Charm that he once met her with.

Kaspar nods.

“Our plan was a success, Freeman,” he says with a slight sigh, then he looks down at Dusk.

“Dusk... do you mind if Dr. Freeman gives you a little check-up? You were in Heaven for a long time and...”

Azazel interrupts.

“YA GOTTA SEE HIM, HONEY BUNS! IT’S FOR THE GREATER GOOD! DON’T WORRY, I’M GONNA COME RIGHT IN WITH YA OKAY SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORRY HE’S A GOOD MAN AND HE’S DONE US WELL IN THE PAST AND YA GOTTA SEE HIM SWEETIE LET’S GO!” he shouts, grabbing her hand and rushing into the clinic.

Kaspar sighs.

@righteousxavenger

It's been years... no, months... weeks?

She's not sure.

She's not even sure what time of day it is, or... really, how she got into this situation. It's all cloudy.

All she knows is that she is tired, her eyes crusted with dried blood soaked up by a blindfold. Her body is frail and weak, her wings have gone numb from the burning of silver on her otherworldly flesh. An insatiable thirst has taken her over.

But even still, she still prays and hopes that he will come for her.

Her light and purity has been almost drained completely. She can feel it. She knows the destruction of her light and how it must be completely enveloping Aster and it's people by now. The suffering she has caused. She cries thinking of it, but her body can't even produce one single tear.

"Oh, my sweet Dusk... you've done so well..." a menacing voice pierces through an otherwise silent void.

"The process is almost complete. You really are such a good little Angel... just like your Mother. How does it feel to fulfill your purpose as a Chosen of Light?"

Silence.

Then, the sound of hand against flesh radiates the air. He slaps her cheek, but she doesn't even wince.

"ANSWER ME WHEN SPOKEN TO, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN ANGEL... I know you're helplessly waiting for that pathetic half Blackened Angel, but he's not coming... he doesn't love you. So give it up."

To be frank, she wants to respond just so she doesn't get slapped like that again, but she just... doesn't have the energy to spare.

"Tch..."

She hears him walk away from her, until suddenly... she hears the sound of a door open. The footsteps stop.

"Oh..." the devilish voice rings, a tinge of surprise, "So I guess you did find your way to Heaven's Door after all... "

Dusk raises her head slightly. A familiar presence. It... can't be.

"Kaspar...?"

[righteousxavenger]

clumsyangel​:

Feeling his touch against her skin almost completely healed her of all the pain and turmoil she was in. Although it felt like an eternity in each other’s grasp, it still wasn’t enough. No amount of time was ever enough with him.

But, she was tired. She feels sleepiness start to take over. But for the first time in so long, it was not because of the pain becoming too much. Instead, it was relief. Peace. She was finally safe.

Finally home.

She nods at the haircut remark.

“I… I would love a haircut! I didn’t realize… how long it had grown…”

She stares into his eyes. He was just as perfect as she remembers. Her heart nearly palpitates in her chest.

Did he even hear what I told him… when I got taken into Heaven?

I love you.

She hears Sin’s familiar voice ring through the strange device.

“W-Wow! Was that Sin?” she asks, a whisper. Though, she didn’t mean it to be a whisper, it was just all her body could allow her to do right now.

Before she knows it, the silver blades are removed from her wings, crusted over with a hard shell of golden, glittery blood. She’s hoisted on to his back and she wraps her arms around him eagerly. Even attempting to hold on to him was arduous, her life force was practically flickering. She nods all the same, nuzzling her face into the curvature of his neck, eyes shut tight. As he runs and dashes through only what she could assume was complete and utter chaos, she takes in his scent. Nothing else mattered. It’s the same, it’s still home… but something about it is different. Is this what Hell smells like?

Redemption?

A fresh start?

She nearly falls asleep despite the warzone around them, but they finally burst out of Heaven. She knows. She feels it. Aster’s atmosphere. A glimpse of relief after far too long.

“I can’t wait to go home!” she says, an excitable whisper, “Can I open my eyes yet?”

There’s still much to be done.

Despite their escape to the Great Plains of Evrandt, the toxic outcry of Light’s anguish has all but purified the Aster. Withering trees, foliage turning to sand, and an influx of light- a world never seeing the night again. Despite Fate now being dead, it wasn’t enough. Aster’s Core was still imbalanced. It was up to Kaspar and Dusk now to fix what was wronged.

As they land upon the grass, he’s greeted by his comrades. Hell’s Blackened Angels, and his right hand men- Sin Mirage and Azazel Flyhardt.

“Yeah,” he utters, smirking down at her, “You can open your eyes now.”

Azazel is in somewhat of a shock. His mouth hangs agape. His blue locks are much longer now, his bangs covering his blue eye. He dons a pair of dark wings, the feathers tipped with a cerulean akin to that of his hair. What he sees is his surrogate son with his beautiful daughter in hand. Despite the shape she’s in, he’s reminded of his past. She has his eyes. She has her mother’s face. Tears brim the Devil’s eyes as he struts toward the pair.

“Dusk...” he whispers, “I-It really is you. A-Ain’t it?”

Kaspar lets her down from his back and places his hand on his hip, nodding to Azazel.

Azazel starts slow, but takes off into a run- charging towards Dusk. The tears fly from his eyelids and his hair flows with the wind. Suddenly, he takes his daughter into his arms, lifting her off into the sky. He breaks out into a loud laugh, smiling uncontrollably. He presses his grizzly face against Dusk’s and holds her close.

“I ain’t lettin’ you go again, princess... I’m so glad you’re here.”

Sin watches the debacle with disinterest. He shakes his head and picks his ear of earwax. He wears a blindfold over his eyes. His fangs peek from his mouth. His own black wings are similarly donned at the moment. His crimson locks shape his chiseled face, while making their way down to the middle of his back.

“Eesh. You guys are wack as fuck. She’s just an Angel bitch.”

Kaspar flares his nostrils, glaring over in Sin’s direction. Azazel also gives him a similar look.

“She’s not just an Angel, she’s the Chosen of Light,” Kaspar interjects.

“And Azazel’s DAUGHTER. Show some fucking respect.”

Sin snickers then smirks. He gives the King a shrug.

“Eh, whatever. She’s lookin’ rough as hell. Looks like someone tossed her through a pencil sharpener!”

“You know full well what she’s been through,” Kaspar replies, his eyes aflame, “Again I say, show some RESPECT. That’s an order from your King.”

Azazel shakes his head and grumbles softly. He looks down at Dusk and pats her head, smiling down at her.

“Don’t listen to that kid, sweetheart. Hey. How ‘bout we go and get some muffins, huh? You must be starvin’!”

Kaspar is about to interject, but... he allows it for now. They still have things to do, but.. he’s right. Dusk needs to adjust. She needs time to recover. He sighs.

“Muffins sound good...”

@righteousxavenger

It's been years... no, months... weeks?

She's not sure.

She's not even sure what time of day it is, or... really, how she got into this situation. It's all cloudy.

All she knows is that she is tired, her eyes crusted with dried blood soaked up by a blindfold. Her body is frail and weak, her wings have gone numb from the burning of silver on her otherworldly flesh. An insatiable thirst has taken her over.

But even still, she still prays and hopes that he will come for her.

Her light and purity has been almost drained completely. She can feel it. She knows the destruction of her light and how it must be completely enveloping Aster and it's people by now. The suffering she has caused. She cries thinking of it, but her body can't even produce one single tear.

"Oh, my sweet Dusk... you've done so well..." a menacing voice pierces through an otherwise silent void.

"The process is almost complete. You really are such a good little Angel... just like your Mother. How does it feel to fulfill your purpose as a Chosen of Light?"

Silence.

Then, the sound of hand against flesh radiates the air. He slaps her cheek, but she doesn't even wince.

"ANSWER ME WHEN SPOKEN TO, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN ANGEL... I know you're helplessly waiting for that pathetic half Blackened Angel, but he's not coming... he doesn't love you. So give it up."

To be frank, she wants to respond just so she doesn't get slapped like that again, but she just... doesn't have the energy to spare.

"Tch..."

She hears him walk away from her, until suddenly... she hears the sound of a door open. The footsteps stop.

"Oh..." the devilish voice rings, a tinge of surprise, "So I guess you did find your way to Heaven's Door after all... "

Dusk raises her head slightly. A familiar presence. It... can't be.

"Kaspar...?"