Hero Hides Their Face In Villain's Chest. They Continue To Sob And Draw Even Closer To The Criminal.

Hero hides their face in villain's chest. They continue to sob and draw even closer to the criminal. Villain strokes their head soothingly.

"I love you..." Hero murmurs.

"You can't..."

"But I do..."

Villain sights painfully.

"I know…"

Advisor looks around in the cold cell.

Two knights brings in a chained prisoner. They roughly push her in front of Advisor's feet.

The Demon Queen.

She doesn't look up. He speaks to her. He speaks in her language that only few know.

Queen raises her head and looks at him.

Her face is covered in blood and dirt. Her eyes are penetrating. She stares emotionlessly into Advisor's soul.

She's young. Too young. Too young to be a queen. Too young to die...

She grinds her teeth. Her mouth is a little shaky.

Even so, bloody and defeated, she is majestic.

The dark pair of eyes burn an ever deeper hole into the heart of Advisor. He wants to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness. Instead he sends the knights away.

When they are alone, he crouches down in front of Queen. So face to face, a few inches away, the dark pair of eyes is even more special.

Pain. Deep, millennial pain. Suffering is written on the bones of her people. Carved into hers...

He reaches out and takes her face into his hand. Gently. For once, he doesn't want to hurt.

The first emotion on Queen's face is fear. Then pain.

"I won't hurt you" Advisor speaks her language again.

He won't hurt her...

"You won't hurt me...?"

"No" Queen closes her eyes. She leans into the touch, tears flowing unstoppably. On Queen's bloody face and Advisor's hands.

"Queen... stand up... please"

Advisor takes her arm and pulls her up. Queen takes her arm away from her stomach. A huge red stain soaks her shirt. She trembles so much that Advisor must catch her before she collapse.

He lays her gently on the ground and places his palm on the wound. His fingers light up, leaving only a dark stain behind the spell.

"I knew someone... who cured with magic..."

For the first time in years, Advisor began to regret leaving the palace...

Angel was always careful. They knew a lot of places to hide. Where no one could find them. Not even Demon.

But this time, it was different. They wanted someone to find them, to help them. They knew it's impossible. Nobody came, nobody cared.

While lying on the ground and unable to move, unable to care for their wounds, they think that there is no more. The Other Demons were not joking. They didn't stop. And Angel hardly managed to escape.

So they wait... Wait for death, for relief, for the pain to go away.

"Angel…"

It must be a dream. They're hearing voices.

"Angel… Are you alive…?"

No... They hope not...

Why is this voice is so familiar? Are they imagining things?

Angel opens their eyes. A blurred figure stands next to them. A familiar figure... Demon.

They instinctively cringe, try to defend themselves but fail.

"Hey, it's okay... I'm not going to hurt you. I promise..." Demon's voice is soothing and surprisingly kind. Angel's body relaxes and they close their eyes again. "You have to sleep, so I can heal you, alright?" Demon slowly starts caressing their cheek. Angel trembles at the soft touch. They're not used to anything like this. "I'll help you sleep..." Demon starts humming softly. They voice is as soft as their touch. Angel begins to fall asleep while listening to Demon's song.

i've dreamed about what's above the skies

where it's filled with joy and no more cries

where angels sing sweet lullabies

don't cry, oh darling, don't cry...

I've dreamed about your open chest,

your beating heart, your bones and flesh,

I've heard your prayers in the night

don't cry, oh darling, don't cry...

They know this song, but they've never heard it before from a demon. It's different...

Angel feels as the pain passes and it becomes more and more difficult for them to stay awake.

They look at Demon again. They feel strangely safe...

They close their eyes and fall asleep next to their enemy, in a place where they're not supposed to know about.

Villain was staring at the ceiling. They forgot again. They forgot Villain's birthday.

They're used to it. Of course they are. But they hoped that at least Supervillain would remember it. After all, they love them.

Supervillain was working late. Again. As if this day wasn't special at all.

They're not going to be home until midnight. At least that's what they said. But the opening of the front door suggested otherwise.

Villain raised their head. Footsteps echoed through the house and stopped behind them. Before Villain could do anything, someone pulled a sack over their head. They kicked and punched, but the other one was much stronger than them.

"Happy birthday, darling"

Supervillain pulled the sack off of Villain's head. As their eyes adjust to the light, Villain finds themself in front of a set table. In the middle of the table is a black cake with Villain's name on it. Next to the cake is a covered tray.

Supervillain steps next to the tray and lifts the cloth that covered it.

On the tray is the dead body of the Hero, dressed in beautiful clothes, as if smiling. Tied on their wrist is a red bow.

Viialin's eyes fill with tears.

"You don't like it?" Supervillain sounds a little worried.

"That's... the nicest thing anyone ever done for me..."

Supervillain sighs in relief.

"Anything for you, darling"