Thread: Worlds Apart [ Dimitri x Plutonium ]

They kissed repetitively that night and Zael wanted that sensation of her lips over his to linger a little while longer, but he had emotions to convey and she had words to say. Serafina didn't say much, though, but almost every time she opened her mouth to speak, it was of utmost disbelief. She never finished any of the sentences she started, her words didn't form coherent thoughts, but if Zael knew better, he would also be in the same situation but he told himself it would be extremely awkward to have him stuttering and everything. He tried to be as confident as he can be yet with the little setbacks he had, what he was worried about happened. Serafina didn't believe him. Or maybe, she was still in a state of confusion. That was a good thing, right? They kissed repetitively. She held his hand with her own, her slender fingers intertwining casually with his longer ones. She didn't pull away. She didn't freak out and call her bodyguards after his bold confession so maybe, just maybe, they shared the same feelings. He was about to tell her more. He was about to tell her everything she wanted and needed to hear just so she would believe his words held nothing but sincerity but the moment his lips parted for his words, a man who Zael eventually came to know as Uncle Nico came and called her attention. And then, everything happened so quickly. Their sweet moment ended, she was rushing towards the car while telling him she'd find a way, and telling him she'd be there at the prom. Of course Zael wasn't kidding around. He'd love to give her the best night of her life. In fact, he already had the perfect plan for it. He already picked out the dress just in case she'd say yes. He told himself he'd make her parents love him more by showing them how much of a gentleman he can be to her and maybe, just maybe, they'd trust their daughter to him as well as they'd trust their bodyguards with her. He'd pick her up in his car and on the passenger's seat would be a bouquet of roses. They've spent 10 years together yet Zael didn't know anything about the girl's favorite flowers but he figured roses are eternally romantic so roses would probably do. And then, during prom, they'd dance. Of course, Serafina would be doing most of the dancing while what he would be doing is trying his best to not make a fool of himself and then, lastly, he'd tell everyone. He didn't ever come up with how, though, but he'd tell everyone that Serafina was his girlfriend. Oh, and the dress? Zael allowed his imagination to go crazy one night and he figured, well, maybe after prom, he would be the one to take the dress off of her too, and she'd allow him to be her first and hopefully her last in bed as well. Bringing himself back to reality, Zael shook his head and stood up from the shore. His pants and half of his shirt was soaked yet none of it seemed to matter. Instead, he tried his best to not be bothered by what just happened because he knew, above everyone else, the reality of Serafina's family so instead of getting mad, Zael waved at her with a sincere smile. I'm not teasing you, Sera! You better be at prom or else my heart would be broken! He shouted as she walked away. As soon as Serafina was gone, Zael turned up his body temperature a bit to dry off his wet clothes. He spent a few more hours alone, gazing at the setting sun until the violet-pink palette of the sky changed to grey and black. He still didn't seem to mind being alone because he started planning out his surprises. Once in a while, he'd even smile at the thoughts and, occasionally, he would also blush because his thoughts weren't exactly so innocent. Serafina grew up to be a beautiful and sexy young lady, after all, and he knew that temple of a body should be treated with respect and love. He would treat her with respect and love. That same night, Zael sat down on the ledge of the balcony connected to his room. He folded paper airplanes of short sweet messages to her and sent the airplanes flying the balcony connected to her room. Her room was dark, though. Zael simply assumed she had fallen asleep instead of meeting him out that night. Still, he didn't mind. He continued folding up to around twelve more pieces of paper airplanes which carried words of his love towards her place. He still had his sincere smile as he did so. But then his birthday came. He was turning 18. He prepared a party not for himself, but for her -- his girlfriend -- who never came, who, for the first time in ten years, didn't even bother to send him a simple text message. And then prom came. But she never came. He never saw her again. That night of the prom, he held the sea-blue dress gingerly with his shaking hands. He was sitting down on the shore of the very sea where he confessed his love for the only girl who ever held his heart as his tears cascaded from his eyes. I wasn't teasing you! He shouted at nothing in particular. Goddamn it, Serafina! I wasn't teasing you! Why would you even think that?! I loved you! I loved you ever since I saw you dancing at the studio when you were five! Where did you go?! Who did you go with?! Was someone else better?! Huh?! Was I never enough?! Goddamn it! He threw the dress angrily at the sea and watched it until it sank down and faded to nothing, its color finally blending in to where it came from. Why did you leave me... ---- Azael stood in front of the other end of the portal and watched as the man he had always known and the woman he once loved stood in the middle of the circle which was about to summon him. He smirked at the reflection of everything with a mocked pity clearly pasted on his face. So you're finally going to entrust her to me now, huh? Azael said. He watched in boredom as Serafina's father desperately called him out. Any other demon would have declined this due to how poorly the summoning spell had been done, considering that he was doing a summoning and binding spell for a high demon, but there was something about this whole thing that was quite... amusing to Azael. The humans were slowly becoming his form of entertainment. Ran out of bodyguards, Mr. Mafia? Or did you finally realize that it was wrong to take her away from me? Azael told himself. It took him a few more minutes the look of panic and confusion Serafina and her dad had on their faces was quite a sight to see before he finally stepped into the portal which sent him straight to the world of the humans once more. It had been five years since. You didn't have a feeling it would be me, Palladino. You wanted it to be me, Azael said with his head titled slightly to side. His demeanor was generally calm but his eyes held a fury no human would ever want to see. His eyes were burning red now in such a way that even if the whole room was pitch black, his eyes would still be visible. They looked like they were glowing. Are your humans too weak for your precious little daughter now, Palladino? I thought they were already good enough? Azael, please, this is no time for that. We are in an urgent situation, Mr. Palladino said. His voice was still authoritative yet his hands shook a bit. At that point, Azael finally acknowledged the presence of Serafina in the room. She was as beautiful as ever and for a split second, Azael wanted to run to her. He wanted to take her up in his arms and he wanted to disappear with her. He wanted to kiss her again, to tell her how much he still loves her, he wanted to strip off her clothes and make her his, he wanted to treat her right, he wanted to-- forget the pain. But the pain was still there and now that he was finally looking at her again after his confession at the beach five years ago, all he could see was the girl who hid something from him and who disappeared without a trace. I could have followed you, you know, Azael said. His piercing eyes looked straight at Serafina's own. All you had to do was tell me, and I will follow. I would have followed you til the ends of the earth and back, and to hell and back. You knew that, right? No emotions were evident in his voice anymore. He sounded numb and distant yet his eyes betrayed all the anger he was feeling inside. Serafina had nothing to do with everything, Palladino's interrupted. Azael turned his head slowly at him and without even making any other movement, Mr. Palladino froze and was unable to speak. I don't like you interrupting my moment, Palladino. If you knew what you were getting involved in, you know who I am and what I am. If you cannot respect me, then I will not waste any of my time with you pesky and weak mortals. Understood? Mr. Palladino struggled to nod and then he gasped for air heavily as if something was stopping him from breathing as Azael spoke. Now, let's get to business. You, Palladino, of all people, know how to conduct dirty business so listen here, and listen good, Azael began while Mr. Palladino simply stared at him. You want me to take care of your precious daughter, correct? Palladino nods. You are to never see her again, or speak to her again. You are out of her life. You are no longer her father, she is no longer your daughter. She will be put in exile but completely under my protection until such a time you give up or she gives up. When either of you do, I will be gone from this filthy world and you and your daughter will be vulnerable again for the enemies you created for your family. I do not want any of my terms violated or ignored and I am sure you would not want that as well for you do not want me to become part of the endless list of enemies who want to end your life. Are we clear? It took no second at all for Mr. Palladino to nod at Azael's terms which made the demon smile in a menacing way. Very good. Become my little obedient puppy throughout this whole peril of yours and I guarantee your daughter's safety. Azael then took a few steps towards Mr. Palladino, took his palm, and sliced the skin in a swift motion with the nail on his thumb. The man hissed in pain as droplets of his blood started dripping on the floor where the binding circle is. Azael then sliced the skin of his own palm which caused his pitch black blood to drip on the floor as well which immediately mixed with Palladino's own. The binding circle glowed and lit up and in a split second, everything was just blindingly bright. On the very moment the light faded, Azael and Serafina were already in a different place. What was once a dusty basement with candles and ritual things was now a humble cottage made of wood. They were in a living room of some sort with a fireplace already burning to keep the place warm. Nothing else can be seen aside from a small kitchen, a table for four people, a fireplace, and a living room with a few books on the center table. There were stairs leading upstairs, though. Serafina was on one end of the room while Azael stood with his arms crossed on the other end. He leaned on the wall made out of well-stacked and cemented logs and stared at her still with those passionately furious eyes. He was much taller now than the boy who got bullied for his name and the boy who eventually became a school heartthrob. He was much leaner, too. Horns protruded on the top of his head, his face became more angular, and his tattoos were much more visible. His hair remained of the same color, though. It was his only reminder of the past of those days he spent as a human with the girl he loved before turning into the underworld's most notable demon warriors. Now that demon warrior stood across the woman who destroyed him. Why hello, Sera. It's been a while.