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Two Lives for One

The statue of the ‘Saviour’ crumbled down, destroying large chunks of old buildings, most of which had been Order Property.  The Opera House was no more, as was  nearly the entire Cathedral, and the Botanical Gardens were covered in dust, and the rapidly dissolving corpses of demons.

But to Nero, he didn’t care.  The  destruction, the chaos, the sounds of battle between the remnants of demons and Order soldiers that were still untainted by the upper echelons of the institution, were just banal background static to what really mattered:  The warmth on, and in his chest.  He rested his head on her soft hair, enjoying this moment of peace.  The man who’d taken her, had done unspeakable things in the attempt to be a worthy successor to Sparda ( His Grandfather he still had to remind himself)  was dead.  And for once, in nearly half a year, Nero knew peace.  

“Nero…” Kyrie murmured into his chest, holding him just as tightly as he held her.

“It’s alright Kyrie...we’re alright.”  She loosened slightly, her hands drifting from his back down his shoulder, before reaching the jagged, scales of his arm.  Strange, it didn’t glow red, nor blue, but an oddly calming shade of amber. Read more HERE on Ao3! Also, a slight spoiler after the break.  READ ONLY AFTER YOU’VE READ THE CHAPTER