"Please, run away from me." Rahmiel's eyes were gazing into her watery eyes. He moaned as another pain shot out beneath his chest. The wounds wouldn't disappear now, nor for a hundred years to come, but he didn't care as long as it didn't meet its target.

His eyes suddenly rose to firmness as he tried convincing her again. She was supposed to know that he was doing this for her and she should just obey.

She looked down at his wounds, her hands wanting to touch but he was too quick to stop her, "It's poisoned. Touching it would make you infected."

This time, he regretted telling her as more tears fell down her cheeks. Her eyes were marbles that bring out sparkles whenever, as much as he loved seeing watery sparkles, he never wanted any tear from her. She had cried in the past enough. She had suffered enough and he had promised her that not even a drop of her tears would exceed her eyelid anymore but he was failing miserably.

"Rahmiel. Please, let me heal you. Father taught me a spell, no matter how strong the poison is, it would heal you. Please don't die," she pleaded.

"No, no. We are both going to live together, till eternity. The poison would heal so soon. No one is leaving anyone," he said.

"That's the point. I'm not leaving you. Those devils would kill you when they find you. Your people are so wicked!" She gritted her teeth with clenched fists.

'So are yours," he was tempted to say. But he was actually right. Her people are the ones whose joy comes from seeing people die, causing pain, eating human flesh, fighting for power and so much more. But she was different. Despite being with them all these while, she was perfect. Too perfect for someone like him.

Rahmiel released his hand from his wounds. He rubbed his blood off with his robe and held her face, "They are not going to kill me. They want you. The poison was supposed to be for you. The only way you can help me is to leave right now. I would kill myself if they lay any hand on you, Elvira."

They heard footsteps and they stopped talking. His hands were on her lips to stop her from saying no more. They remained silent as they watched them from beneath the table.

A voice came from one of the men, whose eyes were seen lurking through out every corner, "They escaped. I still can't believe Rahmiel would follow her."

"No. They are probably somewhere around here. I can smell the poison. We all know he got injured instead of the succubus."

Elvira looked at the men with total hatred. She never knew the angels could be this wicked. Angels were known to be kind, nice, good, loving but in reality, they were portraying the opposite.

Two men walked nearer to them as they continued with the search. Her heart began to tremble. What would happen if they see both of them just beneath? Her powers were gone and there was no way she was going to fight them without getting caught. And she knew Rahmiel would be in danger because of her. Another option was both of them running away but if the poison finally meets her, she would surely die easily and that would cause a war between demons and angels which would or might result to Rahmiel's death. What could she do? It was really hard to decide.

Even, her father denied her from having royalty rights and even took her powers as a warning when he discovered she was seeing their greatest enemy, an angel.

But, it was really none of their faults for falling in love.

Her thoughts erased immediately she felt Rahmiel pull her to his left side when they both heard another discussion.

The closest one to them called their attention, "The succubus is somewhere around here. I can feel her dark powers."

The oldest man who was beside the window smirked, "And what are you waiting for? Search for her and I don't mind killing Rahmiel just to get her."

"But he is our Brethel, Zakum," a really young man immediately answered.

"After breaking the rules, he is still considered as a Brethel? Do you have any idea how sinful he is now after sleeping with a succubus? Sins like this are forbidden and it actually means, he is now for the demons," Zakum replied.

"I have seen her," Another man who was at his knees called their attention as he smirked at the scene beneath the table.

Without blinking twice, Rahmiel shouted, "Run, Elvira."

But she hesitated as she saw him fighting with the man who just exposed them.

The other men looked at her hungrily and she kept walking backwards staring at how Rahmiel continued fighting with three men despite his wounds.

Her feet played pause when she heard him groan in pain as a sword entered his stomach.

She was forced to walk to him while some men walked slowly to her, like they were trying to catch a mosquito. But Rahmiel shouted again, "Please go away. Elvira go."

Tears dropped down her face as she tried her powers again, luckily for her, she was able to spread a blue powder on them which might last for half a minute. She was looking closely at her half-soul, while walking back, she shouted, "I will be back for you."

Just before the powders dried off completely, she flee.

She sensed that everyone was alarmed but she kept running. Her tears blocking her view, while her knees already tired. She would sure come back for him. She would be better, and not powerless this time. She cried as she recalled Rahmiel's words, "EACH DAY I LOVE YOU MORE, TODAY MORE THAN YESTERDAY AND LESS THAN TOMORROW."

Her tears failed to stop as she rubbed it off while still running.  She rubbed her necklace with her thumb, "I love you more than my very soul, Rahmiel."

But where would she go?

Her father wouldn't want to see her, especially when the necklace that signifies their love is on her neck. She had promised Rahmiel not to take it off. But she would, that was the only means of pretending not to love him again for her father to release her powers and for her to master her powers. She would bring down, everyone against both of them.

She didn't care if it's her people or his people.

Both of their love was MELANCHOLY, but she was ready to turn it into a bed of roses.

At least, that was what love was all about.

A man and a woman. Not people's opinion about them or the rules restricting them.

Their DESIRE for each other is enough to break the rules.

They would forever be strong together. Nothing can break a connected love.

Not complications.

Not death.

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