Dear. Fucking. God. Hell. Yes...

Her.

Her fair, and soft... oh so soft skin.

Her delicate figure, swaying ever so gently under my rapid breathing.

Her hair, splayed around her like a crimson halo full of grace and beauty like no other.

Her scent, intoxicating... burrowed deep into every pore in my body, honey and coconut, filling me to the brim with ecstasy and peace.

Her taste, a sweetness I never knew existed. A flavor mocking my unquenchable desire for her, her, and what flowed so teasingly inside her veins, seeping into my mouth and throat like a maroon river carving me from the inside out.

Oh god, I've resisted this for too long. Far. Too. Long.

She numbed me. She made my surroundings of the centuries-old cathedral melt away, the man in front of me cease to exist, the gun he pulled seem obsolete, and her tears and pleads drown away with the remainder of my senses.

She alone... a goddess I call mine, in my arms. My one and only, my muse, desire, hunger, and love. My euphoria.

Kyriae... The woman I've been looking for half a millennium and found. The angel of light in my dark abyss of eternal suffering. The reason for my longing for existence and sorrowful days. My gift and my curse. The reason I live, and now...

A piercing noise ruptured my ears. A shot fired, and a dull pain filled my chest, with darkness enclosing me.

Kyriae Blackwood, a short-lived heaven. My love, the death of me, dead in my arms. Murdered gruesomely without remorse by the hand that sought to care for her the most, mine.