Demon Turned Lover [BxB]

I die

       
         Gasp.

        A hand catapulted in the middle of his chest, glowing threads flailing, but ultimately severed. Ripped out. Lucifer stared at the core on his palm. Metallic white, and hard like a stone, it resembled a carnation.

       Silas screeched.

       Luka peered weakly at the dreary sky one last time. He had no energy to question the Lord. Blood spewed from his mouth, colouring his ill skin as he clung to his shoulders with a trembly smile. He mused the jasper eyes, and they faltered a grey.

       "I love you..."

       His arms began to slip from around his neck, and he let himself fall, head of chestnut hair spilling back. The demon inclined, but something, winging awfully fast caught him. Red fire erupted upon him at both sides, as a horned ox rammed into his stomach. A ferocious lion bit at his shoulder, and Lucifer snarled.

       Silas gaped at the animals, harrying and pouncing in the thundering air. He wasn't dead, right? Surely not! Luka was strong—stronger than him, a prince. He tightened his jaw, fists quivering. His brother had already descended down to save him, what had he done? A staunch eagle flapped behind him, and he lobbed a glare its way. That damned brother of his, everywhere he went. The virtue bolted in a line to the demon, right when he had kicked the animals off.

        Using his ghostly wing, Lucifer swaddled his neck. "His brother, you are..."

        "The name is Sila-" He was cast to the dirt ground, pinions dusty as they grated against tree roots.

         "I do not remember asking for a name." He landed. "Though, it would be good to know the name of my nephew."

        His jaw slackened. "You're my uncle?..."

        "It seems to have a brain." Lucifer circled him, inhaling his scent before stifling a laugh. "A virtue? And yet, you charge at me? What do you hope to gain? This core, or your brother's nod?"

          He flaunted the white flower in his palm, and the blond mounted angrily. "What do you want with him?"

         "I thought you would be at least, intimidating. Your mother definitely was." The demon laughed some more. "Even Ezekiel as a child would send a shiver down my spine. Born with grown wings, I would have thought you would be the same."

         "The black sheep of the family it seems. Perhaps, even the black sheep of Heaven." Lucifer crouched down in front of him, canines as pointed as the tip of his tiered horns. The beast waggled the core. "After all, you are the reason I have this. You are the reason he died."

         "He's...not dead!" the blond bellowed, eyes flipping over to orange as the trees girdling were ignited by his scream. Bulky smoke roved high into the sky, succeeding the gone water barrier. A pair of autumn trees toppled betwixt them, and a flaring fire enclosed the demon. Lucifer scowled, warping around the flames, until he was pulled upwards by an amber chain.

        The demon lifted his head from the evaporating bindings on his wrists. It was a woman, hair like hay, pugio for ears, and a long scar on her cheek. He smiled, though his acute teeth delivered a different story. "Don..."

         "You came back for him," she said roughly.

         "I hoped to see you."

         Adona blinked at him, at long last grateful to her poor eyesight. "I hardly know you anymore."

         "Yet, you haven't stopped loving me." His whirling wings carried him closer, his hand on her cheek, almost lovingly. "This scar...I gave it to you, didn't I?"