Fall From Grace 🦋

*slighly more mature content

Who knew a demon lord could make him fall from grace after years of being faithful to such a divine god, and said divine god giving him holy powers to fight demons?

Pfft.

Who knew he would be visiting hell with a feared demon lord?

Her bony wings spread wide and made him look at her in awe.

Her wings were beautiful.

Though there were only a few feathers left, and her bones could be seen, and the only thing supporting her flight was the thin skin in between the bones, constructed so she could be lifted in the air effortlessly– still, the way her wings flapped so elegantly make his stomach flip.

Her smile. Oh, her smile. Whenever the demon lord would break into a grin, the dimples on her cheeks would show so clearly. The first time he saw those dimples was when they were fighting in that little village. That time where he broke her mask and she smirked, seemingly impressed. A silly little hero made a demon lord’s mask split into half with his divine spear.

He was not a silly little hero, considering that he had saved the whole world from collapse three whole times.

But if she’s the one who says that, then it’s okay.

She reached out her hand, waiting for him to grab it.

He looked at her deep red eyes, consumed by the demonic powers from when she had turned into a demon lord. He had asked her once what the colour of her eyes really were, and she shrugged, claiming that it had been so long since she’d seen her true human form.

The horns that peeked out of her forehead were showing, and the blush creeping out from her neck finally reached her cheeks.

He accepted her hand. And for a moment, he felt a little needle prick his heart. Was it guilt? Perhaps. Was it his guilt? No.

His divine abilities felt it. That their user was slipping into something hideous and… something not divine, obviously.

Everytime he touched her dark skin, a needle would prick his pure heart. A needle of corruption, maybe. Everytime that his heart pounded fast and loudly whenever she came close, a tiny voice in his head would say, “Are you seriously having feelings for a demon lord?! Snap out of it, divine hero!”

But did he really care?

That’s for you to answer.

She pulled him to the sky and her hair flowed in so many directions that complimented her beauty.

The first time he saw her silky black hair, it was short, but now the length reached her waist and butterflies in his stomach slowly awoke as he realized how much time they spent together (never mind the fact that demons' hair grows at a faster rate than that of humans).

She smiled again, and this time, her eyes seemed to be the ones grinning. Excitement swam in her eyes.

His own big wings appeared on his back so he could not fall into the bottomless pit of what you call hell. His wings were white and full of feathers– so full of feathers that bits of it fell off his wings as they flapped in… exhilaration?

Her eyes travelled from his green eyes to his holy wings.

“Your wings are still pretty even after all these years.” Her luscious voice made his heart throb even more. She smiled wider.

“And the man in front of me is even prettier.”

Ah, please stop killing me.

*prick* *prick*

He ignored how his heart hurt.

She turned around to take in the sight of the sky and possibly to look down to see how hell was doing.

She let go of his hands.

He grabbed her wrist, then intertwined their fingers so she couldn’t let go.

She turned to face him again and his other unoccupied hand touched her cheek so delicately, as if she would break, and her heart thumped inside her ribcage so hard and so loud she was sure she would start melting in his hold.

Whenever he held her, her motives began to break, and she was afraid she might disappear if she started to get addicted to the way he held her, stared at her, and loved her.

But maybe she should’ve realized earlier, because now, everyday, she ached to be in his hold.

So, when he grabbed her wrists and held her hand so lovingly, it made her whole existence quake. And when he cupped her cheek with that hand of his and his green eyes stared at his bloody red ones so prettily… if she died, then it would because of his eyes.

Was he the one? Her salvation?

Every time their skin touched, she felt purified. Not even her extensive sleep made her feel this… good and loved.

Is she afraid that one day she might disappear after being purified?

No.

Is she afraid that she won’t see him again after she’s been turned into divine corrupt dust?

…Maybe.

Would he be mad if she asked him if in the end of her immortality if she could force him to be her soulmate?

Judging by the way his eyes sparkled and his grasp remained tight on her hand– the answer would be a no.

His loving gaze dropped to her lips and she unconsciously licked them.

She leaned in to his touch more and his thumb brushed her bottom eyelash, but never touched her lips.

Just one kiss.

One kiss.

One kiss and she might just achieve salvation and be purified of her sins. One kiss and he might just fall from grace and pay for his divine sins.