Lucifer stood with his eyes watching the knights, his mind blank as the battle was nearing the loud sound of the ground being churned by the galloping warhorses and muscular knights all over levelled for the current state of his knowledge.
He wanted to scream at himself, but his body and mind were stunned... If this battle weren't won, then Gwendolyn would die.
What do I do?
Would he watch her die once again...? A moment of panic and terror overwhelmed him before a soft, gentle hand grasped his.
"Darling, are you nervous?"
Gwen's fingers intertwined with his as she looked at him with her golden hair and the faint scar now like a rose on her cheek.
"This battle, would you let me lead?" His heart began to accelerate, feeling a sense of terror at even the thought he lost control of the situation, but the moment she asked, and her soft lips kissed his cheek...
Calm...
