3rd POV:
As Abandon walks down the Australian streets, smirking at the usual admiring stares of both genders plastered on him. Because of how of a handsome devil he is.
And yes, he is actually a devil.
Abbadon is not just merely but a simple demon. He has appeared to be the greatest of all the evil creatures that endure, owned powers that could shatter hell itself, or kill thousands of people at once. And appeared to be the prince, the son of the king "Satan" you must be hearing about him; Evil, a word stronger than greedy. like father, like son.
Demons and Angels are complete enemies, and demons will do everything to shatter heaven or own it. But how powerful the lord can be, nobody can surpass the corridors of heaven, not until you're an angel or someone gifted and especially Moonlight. Moon also is powerful under all her fragile and helpless appearance, the flower inside her can bring the whole world to peace.
She's the complete opposite. yet, she doesn't know it, doesn't know how important she is to heaven, and also the whole world.
Returning back to Abbadon, or should I say "Asher". He either kills or makes creatures suffer, he kills under rare circumstances, for what reason actually?
Only for his wicked desires, his dad's, most importantly hell.
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Moonlight's POV:
Desires.
There's plenty of kinds of desires.
Like watering my plants, while enjoying the sun's sweet berry of the earth, and the fragrance of these flowers that I soak. Is one of my sought-after desire. A lonely girl like me has a remained hope that she's befriended by the wind, stars, the Moon, animals, flowers, clouds, angels, and God.
I feel like they are the only ones that understand and follow me like how the moon does whenever I'm around, alone. I know it accompanies everyone else too, but I still feel delighted when the moon also the stars are with me when it's nighttime and dimmed. The way its light glows on me and defeats the dark that surrounds me, makes me feel content.
...
When the light has defeated the dark, and the moon has said goodbyes once again;
The birds have woken up, flying above the sky, as I'm watching them from my class's window letting my eyes getting delayed.
"Moonlight." the teacher calls, infringing me from walking on the shadows. regaining my senses, then trying to fully concentrate on the lesson. Meanwhile, I noticed Asher's absence, I wonder what he's doing right now? Or if he's alright? He's been quite absent lately.
Why am I even worrying about him? when all he does is making me feel uneasy. He's completely pierced in my head, I even close my eyes, and he's still there. His picture tormented me for a couple of nights, yet I just met him the other day, also, we barely appreciate each other.
Everything in him is still coated in my mind, his lips, nose, voice, and eyes, his eyes are like the main thing that attracted me the most, except like the depths of its shade, make me feel like I'm sunk under his gaze, it's like he's trying to throw spells on me, that draws me into harmony. Sometimes, also the way his eyes submerge into mine the same way his voice entered my heart, is somehow warm.
I just feel so sorry about myself, thinking about him nearly because of his looks, I am just attracted to something deeper than his looks, I don't know, his existence, maybe, him entirely, I just can't get him out of my mind.
I'm just like those few other girls, daydreaming about a guy that acts awful with them, I don't want him to take control of my thoughts neither myself. But I can't, how could I, as I said I'm just Moonlight, the useless and powerless girl.
Two tiring hours have relinquished, I finally got away from physics. Feeling like I'm prisoned when I'm studying it, I consider all the subjects I'm having at school, is not appealing to me, If I follow and listen to my heart the only goal that I aspire to achieve if my future isn't helpless as I'm actually am, is to become a songwriter as well as a pianist, I just admire music, also writing meaningful lyrics that would make countless of souls happy or emotional;
I wish though, dreams are easy to imagine, but hard to accomplish, although, sometimes I wonder, how hard can it be?
If I just tried, at least, motivate myself to be a better person.
Holding on my book, I decided to head towards the school's small garden, that students rarely go in there. after, I arrived, discerned that no one is existent at the moment, happily, I'd feel uncomfortable, otherwise.
I folded myself on the grass, ready to open my book when it promptly shut down by a hand that I have seen roaming my body before. it was Asher's. I turn around, then I met a black pair of eyes, his face is dangerously approaching to mine that I had to lean backward.
"Hey again," he spoke, with his honey-like voice, but deeper and huskier. Leaving goosebumps on my body, with his flawless looks.
Please, no.
Wasn't he absent? this guy is surely confusing me in every way, panics me, also making my heart go missing.
Then, he teasingly leans forward. So close, that now, I can clearly see the profundities of his eyes, they were, I don't' know how to describe it...ethereal? instantly, I'm not restraining my insights, literally getting overflowed under his gaze.
"Lost under my gaze, princess?" he raises a brow, flirtatiously. His face is still inches away from mine.
Did he just call me a princess, why is my body reacting to much?
He grabbed my cheeks, cupping them lightly, Am not going to get lost under his touch? do I? before getting cozy under his brush, because the way his yet cold fingers touch my skin, turns on a vibrator in me, vibrating all over my system, maybe it's just its cold. I removed his hands. slowly.
"This little mouth of yours doesn't want to talk still?" as he uttered, his eyes got downward, staring directly at my lips.
Why am I still here? I should probably leave before anything else could happen.
I stood up on my both feet before I could ever head out, he immediately grabs my hands harshly and leads me on the grass, making me gasp at him. Then appears to be on top of me. His muscular body enveloping my tiny one under him.
I slightly groan for the pain that has occurred on my posterior.
His hands wandered my body until he wraps it around my neck, nearly suffocating me, and bends down; "don't ever, ever not replying to me, and stand like that, should I teach you how to behave well, haven't your parents obeyed you enough."
Then, a sudden storm has built in me, as he mentioned my parents, how could he ever just mention them that way, they always educated me to be polite and respectful!
Without considering I suddenly kicked him right in the front of his legs, taking advantage of him while he proceeds the belief that I just knocked him, I got off under him and ran, regretting every inch of my existence.
Why did I hit him? he probably got stung because of me, what if he didn't mean what he said? how come the inexplicable rage took place in me, so suddenly? I have never been aggressive my whole life.
My life is nothing but a distress comedy.