dedicated to cm once again

when i made the choice to pick the pen over anything else, i didn't know i would end up here.

if anything, i thought it would make me a better person but much to my disappointment it hasn't me changed me much.

when i walk into a crowded room my mind no longer thinks about the grief that was once my puppeteer. i see the lives of other people and even though their emotions are still as clear as a foggy morning, i respect that.

every time i look around me i see a different kind of beauty. i no longer see any value in gold or silver.

you taught me there was beauty in everything with your lessons of commas, sentences, and schizophrenia.

so, here i am, wholeheartedly committed to what i had never promised to do. because when i close my eyes, i still see the beauty of the zen garden.

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a story that might be made. again, who truly knows what i'm up to behind the scenes ;) - love, koi

fiery red dust slipped from the clutters of darkened clouds in the sky. i looked into the lucent stream that flowed with the blood of helpless victims. different body parts and waste particles were littered around the glimmering water. it suited the caliginous atmosphere, it didn't entirely suit me.

shrieks and calls for help could be heard in the background but i paid no attention to them. i had one target in this hellhole. literally. the ground erupted violently which caught me off guard. time was fleeting and it was escaping rapidly. my feet vigorously made their way to where i had to be.

everything around me had altered. the pain in my chest indicated i was no longer where i was before. the skies were no longer red, the stream i followed dissipated, everything seemed to dreadfully be nothing. a never-ending void. red turned to raven black and diabolical purple. she finally appeared before me with her back turned to me. her once pigmented lilac-velvet strands of hair were fading into whiteness. she was weakening.

"it's been some time. years, maybe," i said cunningly as a mocking introduction. it had been a good century or so. she was not like other demons - personality wise. i was mahogany or maybe burgundy while she was a dark shade of purple or mauve.

"what do you come for, azerneth?"

"a proposal, my love." my answer piqued her interest as she turned to face me. those shrewd violet orbs pierced my non-existent soul. her dark skinned face was circular, nose not too pointy but not blunt, her eyebrows were defined. those were the features that outlined her feminine physique aside from her curves.

demons like her and i had to look immaculate, it wasn't a matter of choice. that was the only way we could live up to our title of incubuses and succubi.

"what plans do you foolishly plan to involve me in now?"

"to come back to the third realm. the earthlings are at war and are effete. if we use our skills now..." i couldn't contain the grin that expanded on my face.

she caught on to me and finished my sentence with, "we could become unstoppable." i almost forgot what her voice sounded like. it was melodic and captivating. even as a demon i had to concede she had similar appeals to a siren.

"so what is it, katvia?"

"a deal," she replied almost immediately and wrapped her mist around me. our faces were so close that i could feel her warm breaths.

"a deal," i repeated. her purple was joined by my red and soon our lips collided.

a deal.