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The world became frigid once more, covered with snow and ice from relentless storms. Cold flakes burned his face, threatening to melt away his white mask, scrape off the clinging lipstick. But no matter how furious the weather became, Sajery sat on the same bench he sat on ten years ago where he first watched his Kichay dance. Yes, it was a dance on blades, graceful and as beautiful as a glorious sunny day. The rink was gone now, had been turned into a cement park for those boards and shoes with wheels.
He was wrong when he said to Adonis that he didn't want Chay back. Tears began to cascade down his face, lost in the melted drops from the storm. Loneliness had killed what was left of his soul, and the last remaining shred of it was part of the stone he had Chay had created with their forbidden love.
Drawing in a shuddering breath, keeping in a sob, he gazed miserably about where once his lover spun and spiraled in the air like a bird in the sky. Where Chay would leap into the air, arms drawn in tight to his chest, locks trailing in the air, suspended in air. Suspension - temporary removal; exactly what happened to Chay, who'd soon be reborn into the world, carved from marble, his life halted from the night his heart was stolen. Removed from life, and soon to be put back, ten years late, and without someone to answer the questions once he found out.
Adonis won. He had taken Kichay as a lover, had Chay "dance" for him for years now. Bedded him, touched him everywhere. Showered his Chay with kisses which his little skater had returned fully. The tiniest of whimpers escaped him, and the surface demon covered his mouth to prevent more from leaving him. Bowing his head, he let his tired eyes fall shut, not helping his imagination from ceasing the images of his lover and the Soul Master together. If that bastard followed his job correctly, he'd have Chay back with him by now, in his arms, keeping his bed warm. Sex was never the first thing he'd do with Kichay once he had him back - it was to take him out on his house's balcony and watch dawn rise. Watch the sunrise on Chay's beautiful face. After that, he'd simply lay in their bed, cradling the younger for hours, kissing him before resuming his hold. Ten years had left his heart barren, freezing as it was now, weather worsening.
When Kichay willingly, lovingly, performed oral sex to the Master of Souls for the first time, he condemned himself to remain in the Underworld for eternity. Any who consumed something while underground abandoned any hope of leaving rock and earth; even if it was swallowing the seed of a thief and lier. And to think it was just the "first time" Chay did so. Sajery began to sob now, hating the fact his lover had more than once, did anything sexual with Adonis.
The apologies. The falling to one knee and bowing. Nothing Adonis did had gained his forgiveness. Not even Adonis's surrendering of Sajery's promised soul in return for Chay's. Nine years paid to Adonis, another near year of utmost misery. The idea of tearing down all three kingdoms had been ideal, as long as it brought Chay back.
Shaking from the cold, he finally stood, causing the snow that had piled up during his yearly visit to the square that used to be the skating rink. Angrily, his smoldering, hidden red eyes turned to the angel who followed him. Everywhere. The young creature, dressed in a ridiculous choice of winter apparel, stood there, eyes frankly curious as they looked at the once-was rink, to him again. Sajery hiked up his outer jacket, burying his gloved hands into pockets, and began the journey back.
A scream sounded out from behind him.
"The snow is cold, angel. Cold is that feeling that happened when your bare hands touched the snow. That white stuff on the ground?" He looked away with a scowl, "I told you to take those gloves, hand things..." His mutter was bitter, as if the creature would pick up on the tone, leave him be and return to its current home.
"Come. It's time to go."
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"Haziel!" Setting down the oddly-shaped green thing back on the couch, he hurried forwards, arms scooping the little angel into his arms. With a yelp, Darquiel jumped away, his arms burning. "You're hurting me! What happened? Did that demon cast a spell on you?" Asking angrily, quite tactlessly with the said demon just coming in from the outside, Quiel helped strip his dearest angel.
"No, Darquiel, hehe, he didn't cast a spell on me! It's called snow! It's really cold, and there's lots that falls from where we live. You should come out too, maybe you could-"
Slap.
Nothing marred his haughty features, not even after sending the little angel to the floor with a sudden slap. The little one began to cry, and was drawn into a protective hold from the older angel,
"How dare you hurt Haziel? I won't continue carving your
sin
if you-" The angel never finishing his sentence, was picked up and thrown viciously into the door leading to his workshop.
"How dare
you
order
me
?" Stalking into the room - his force had the angel break the door from impact - Sajery gave a threatening growl. "Do what I commanded you to do! If not I'll kill the little ones I had captured as well! Finish the fucking statue or I'll kill this fool you clearly desire!" As he finished, the demon exited the room, grabbed his stalker angel, and tossed him to Darquiel's feet. "And if you ever,
