#rigxtone

Send me “♥” to see how my muse reacts when your muse suddenly kisses them.

I could preach my love of you forever, and even that wouldn't be enough.

Even when I bothered you, and fought you, and was a general nuisance, you put up with me. I could never tell if I was going too far, and I figured you hated me, just like everyone else, really; but you didn't. When I got hurt, you got worried. I felt my heart flutter, like it hadn't done in a long time. Someone actually caring... was a foreign concept to me. And for it to be you, of all people─ I could never voice how happy that made me. When you finally admitted that you loved me, one time after I got hurt, I felt a gap in my heart fill. So, we stayed together, I bugged you, you told me off, but the love was real, and it was all that mattered to me. For a time in my life, I was really happy.

And then, you died.

I found you after you were gone for a long time, and I went off to check on you. You were torn apart, mutilated, I could hardly recognize you. I felt my very being crack, crumble, fall away, my entire world collapsing before me. I cradled what was left of you, running my fingers through your hair numbly. My mind was empty, for so long, until a thought came to me; what if you could come back? I had heard, of the God of all Gods, being able to bring people back from death... And, trapped with my last lingering thread of hope, I lifted your shredded body and took you up to the God's heaven. They looked uninterested at first, until I made them an offer; for them, I'd give up my soul, all that makes me pure, just for you, so you could come back to me. And the trickster God listened, and gave you chances, feeding off my own life to fuel your own. I didn't regret it. For you, even if you don't remember me, even if I had to start all over again, to see you alive again...

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“Ah skipping right to trying to beat up a devil are you? Not that I’m against that, but its not very smart eh?”