Demon Turned Lover [BxB]

Heart ablaze

The sheet of snow throttling the grass crunched beneath our shoes whilst we ran; an ivory mist ahead of our lips, as though shepherding us. Looming trees kept their efforts to besiege us, the snow enticed to their fostering branches beholding us. It didn't feel true. The raven-haired had just told me he had slain someone, and here I was, cutting through the crisp air with him.

I planted my gaze upon him—Mammon seemed no longer distressed, rather confused. His ruffled mutterings were peppered in the air around us. My mind was occluded with questions. Where were we going? Why were we running? Why was the cross necklace around his wrist? And only one had been answered—more or less. Mammon had told me that we were getting as far away from the apartment as we could. I hated his amorphous answer, yet I asked nothing more. His sanity hung from a thin red string, and I could espy it in his eyes.

The sharp cold was starting to elide my joints, and it coincided with the distant sight of a stone cabin. Of all the times my eyes rented this forest, I had never spotted such a maintained building. Our fast pace remained as meagre relief was inhaled.

But then, I heard it—I felt it, a stifling shock shooting through me.

An explosion.

I ripped my arm from the raven-haired's raking fingers, turning to face the enraged flames from afar, my mouth agape. Like a mere human before an inflamed God I was.

"What the fuck are you doing Luka?! We need to fucking go!" Mammon yelled, attempting to grab my arm but I moved it away. The orange fire raged on, catapulting burning debris all around. Grey smoke billowed from the brick apartment, as if charging for the clouds knighted by Heaven. Albeit I was far, I could feel its heat eddying towards us.

"You knew...," I whispered. "You knew they would do this, didn't you?..."

He clicked his tongue, "So what if I did, we need to fucking go now!"

My mind was itinerant: images of all the people that occupied the apartment flashing with a dazzling light. How merry they were, how they welcomed me with a gentle smile, how it was not their time.

"We can't just leave them..." The raven-haired looked away before clenching his fists. "What about Felix, and his child! What about Leah, and the Mullers? You're not just going to let them die, are you!"

"You think I wanna' let them fucking die?" Mammon spat out. "This is earth, Luka, not Heaven! It's not all marshmallows or fairytale-ie bullshit here. People die every God damn day! I've seen them tortured, killed, hell, even raped. And it's either you die with them or stay fucking alive!"

Louder the fire crackled with the people as anger spumed in the hollow of my stomach.

"No it isn't! You could have just told me, Mammon!" I shook my head, my breathing heavy whilst flouncing after him in the snow. "Why don't you just trust me? I'm right here with you after you killed him! Can't you see that I love you?"

"I was trying to protect you!" he screamed before grappling my shoulders, shaking them to let his words reverberate.

"And I want to protect them!" I screamed back, my words haring to him on a white cloud.

His core contorted beyond his face, and his palms, yet bloody, fell from my shoulders. It hurt him. "Fine. Fucking go and protect them."

The raven-haired stormed off, and so did I, wiping harshly the tears that could ail the fire. I began sprinting in the direction of the fire, heedless of the snow praying for my ruin. I couldn't believe him. A sliver of me knew adrenaline had snared him, but the larger portion didn't want to care. I raised my wrist, granting the wheels within wheels leave. Each thing born in this world had a choice, and Mammon chose this. I mused the snow ladled over the grass, uprearing it before hurtling it at the unfading fire. The flames hissed and weeped smoke, but that would do nothing for its dying kinsmen.