(A/N: So I'm too lazy to write what exactly happened after Makima made the deal as it would easily take more than 10 chapters so let's skippa skippa.)
(Warning: I have diabetes when writing this chapter, I try my best to not make it look cringe.)
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The sunlight shone directly into his eyelids, waking him up from a long while rest.
Veilhem had a long dream about the past. There, he had a good time reminiscing about his memories, which was already bliss for him—a long-distance memory that he had forgotten in his countless deaths.
He felt like a miracle when he woke up from his deep slumber. His body seemed lighter and fresh, and the feeling of softness beneath his head was rather relaxing.
However, when he opened his eyes, what he saw was the familiar face of a crimson-haired lady that had been around him these days. But here is a catch, her face was smeared with blood and sweat coming out from all seven orifices. Her eyes were gone, nowhere to be seen.
He felt panic and wanted to get up but before he could do that, Makima's hands had covered his eyes and pushed him back down, rendering his attempt of getting up.
"I'm sorry to let you see me like this, Veilhem. But… could we stay like this for a moment?" She said calmly but he could hear the struggle in her voice as if she was choked by the overflowing blood coming up from her throat.
"At the moment, I can't see what you look like, so be a little patient with me. As I could be a little nuisance." She added. Before he could say any protest, her hands touched his face, the outline of his nose, ears, and mouth. Its texture wasn't smooth but rather rough and riddled with scars.
Veilhem felt a bang of guilt in his heart and after a moment of silence between the two, he decided to speak his mind. "What did I do this time?"
He was devastated by the thought of hurting everyone around him again and again.
Why does it have to be like this?
He didn't want any of this…
"...You did nothing at all, Veilhem." She reassured him with a gentle tone, yet her voice felt like a dying patient.
He pushed her hands away to take a closer inspection of her. His heart felt like it had sunken to the depths of the abyss.
"Then why are you looking like that?" He was eager to know what in the name of fuckery he did to the girl but she shook her head and a small smile appeared on her lips. However, seeing that reassured smile of her made him feel even more terrible.
Knowing that she had deliberately hidden the fact, he wanted to pursue the topic. He got up from her lap but the moment he did that, Makima's body trembled uncontrollably. Her ever-perpetual smile cracked as her expression morphed into that of fear.
"...W-where… a-are you V-Veilhem-san." Her feeble voice resounded as if she had a panic attack. He had never seen Makima in this vulnerable state before. The more he heard her voice, the more flustered he became. Veilhem didn't have any clue what was going on.
When he was still dumbfounded about this whole ordeal, Makima started searching for him in desperation by reaching out her hand randomly. Her expression could only be described as pain and fear.
Veilhem held her in his embrace and rubbed her back in the hope of soothing her emotions from spiraling any further. Makima's body fell limply in his tight hug and slowly, her trembling gradually lessened but it never stopped.
Seeing her like this made him feel more guilty than ever. If he didn't exist at all, would the outcome be any different?
Fuck!! Why does he always hurt everyone around him like this?
As his thoughts continued to go down, his hug tightened as if he was afraid of losing her.
"I just need some blood and I will be back as new so there is nothing to be worried about, Veilhem-san." As if sensing his unusual action, Makima reassured him that everything would be okay.
This reminded him of her aspect of a Devil and he quickly took off his gauntlet and found a sharp piece of glass nearby.
Veilhem slit his wrist and brought the open wound up to Makima's mouth. His lips trembled as the thought of her life could be snuffed out at any moment.
She licked his wound and tasted the miraculous blood that was tainted by the Dark Souls. It was enough to intoxicate her with a scent of sweetness. Her tongue wrapped at his wrist and deliberately savored his dark blood.
Soon enough, her eyes grew back and the blood that continuously flowed out of her ears and nose stopped. His blood was extremely potent for a Devil like her.
However, after her body recovered back to its original form, Makima wanted to drink it more to her heart's content but decided to stop drinking his blood. His blood tempted her more than anything but she denied this instinct of her, a trace of the Devil.
"You can drink it a bit more, you know? I wouldn't go into a berserk state like this." Veilhem tried to persuade Makima to continue drinking his blood but before he could do it further, her index finger was placed on his lips to stop his quivered protest.
Makima grabbed the wound on his wrist to prevent herself from seeing it, fearing that she would succumb to this bloodlust. It was painful for her to see him get harmed to save her but it was even more so when it was himself doing it willingly.
She shifted in his tight embrace to correct her posture, staring at Veilhem with her hypnotic eyes and tilting her head to the right a little. Veilhem was stunned by her surprisingly clingy action.
Veilhem was sitting while leaning on the wall. Whereas Makima perched directly on him with his thighs between her legs. Their torsos pressed against each other.
Makima's delicate arms wrapped around his waist, seemingly not wanting to let him go. She wanted to feel his warmth, his presence, and most importantly, his gentle but callous hands.
Subconsciously, Makima hugged him harder, this made her big assets pressed harder against his chest as she had that confused look on her face while staring at him.
He was selfless of himself.
That is what she didn't like about him. Isn't it hard to be selfish for once?
"I shall place a simple Curse on you." She spoke softly but it was prominent through her red lips yet strangely seductive that she was very serious.
When he was still puzzled by her words, she brought her face closer to him till the both of them were only a few centimeters apart. And then…
Her lips came into contact with his, sending a jolt through him by this sudden deed. Veilhem's brain came to a halt as he could feel the texture of her soft lips and the warm breath of brushed against his skin. Her hand ran across his raven hair as she pulled him closer to her as their kiss deepened.
Their lips parted slightly before their tongue intertwined with each other, making a subtle sloppy sound as they gave each other a passionate French kiss.
As if everything had come to a hitch, nothing really mattered right now. Their eyes were slightly closed but always fixated on their other half.
Makiam's beauty was ruined by the blood smeared on her face while Veilhem's face was riddled with scars. Yet none of them said anything to each other as they had already conveyed that through their passionate kiss.
They stayed still while their tongues continued to dance on their partner with zealous desires.
But all good things must come to an end as their lips parted away, they were both breathless.
Makima's forehead rested against his chest and she snuggled up to his neck to sniff his scent. It always managed to calm her down in a unique way that made her heart beat faster than ever. She hated these feelings. It made her thought process unreasonable.
Exhaust took over her body as the weight of her eyelids became unbearable. Thus, she closed her eyes to enter the slumber in his sweet and tight embrace.
Veilhem helplessly looked at her peaceful expression of Makima in his hug, he gently brushed her disheveled hair with a slow and perpetual rhythm.
A small smile appeared on her supple lips as he did that. He tried to change his posture a little bit but when he moved, he noticed Makima's brows furrowed a bit.
He eventually gave up the idea and went with the flow, wiping her dirty face with his cloak, though it didn't help much.
'Surely, Makima is still a Devil.' He thought to himself and was amused at his own thoughts.
Everything around them was destroyed and the whole place was turned into a rubble of concrete. However, none of that was his concern at the moment.
Makima kissed him and he fucking knew what she meant by that.
The spot where they were currently sitting was but a piece of wall left after he destroyed the entire building. Only a shade loomed over their heads, yet it was quite fitting for them.
'I shall place a small Curse on you.'
She wanted him to live, to yearn for her 'love'. She wanted him to believe in this life once more.
"Fuck…" A low curse escaped his mouth.
Veilhem and Makima were both creatures of the Dark and naturally had a connection to each other. But he was afraid that perhaps Makima was confused about that feeling and mistaken it for 'love'?
In his mind, he didn't deserve this love from Makima but neither could he say he didn't want it. But to be loved was to be hurt once more and thus, he was afraid.
Afraid that one day, when he hollowed completely and Makima needed to kill him over and over again. He had succumbed to this fate long ago but this would definitely hurt her more than anything. His mind was in turmoil as he didn't know what to do anymore. He felt tired and desperate due to his sense of responsibility.
Veilhem dropped his head low and held her tighter than ever, fearing these selfish emotions could get the better of him.
Suddenly, the fragrance of her hair found its way into his nose and to be honest, it was quite… relaxing. It was quite a feeling to hold a cute Devil like this.
'She's cute…'
Cute? Why did he think of her like that?
He shook his head to abandon these impure thoughts for it wouldn't be right for a knight like him. Stroking her hair in a dotting demeanor, he began to reorganize his thoughts one by one.
They continued to stay like that until Makima eventually woke up from her sleep.
It was already dusk when she woke up but she still stayed in his cuddle a little bit more. Naturally, Veilhem didn't really care if she wanted some more intimate time with him.
"I really need a day off." Veilhem sighed and rolled his eyes.
After about 5 minutes, she squeezed herself out of his embrace and they both got up. Dusting off their clothes a bit, she turned to his face.
Unbeknownst to her, a kindling had already set in the cold heart of this Devil. This would burn silently till eternity if left alone but that was a story for another day.
"Let's get out of here, shall we?" Makima said to him with a smug look splashed across her facial expression, reaching out her hands to him as if beckoning him to come over.
"Sure, let's do that." He put on his helmet and walked toward her. Both of them were soon teleported back to the Zenin Clan.
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(A/N: Let's go into JJK0 in the next chap, this much is already enough for opening.)