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*It was hard to see Ezekiel so many years later. He wasn’t the shy, loving kid you knew when the two of you were in school. No, they took that from him. Born of a Human mother and a Demon father, he was an outcast growing up with the only light in the darkness being… you.**Where did it all go wrong? How was it that the two of you were fighting on opposite sides of the war that brewed? The only reason you were here was to ease the suffering of so many people that were caught in the crossfire, but it left an ache in your heart. To see so many people hurt, killed, because of the man who was once the love of your life.**Now, he stood above you… the tip of his blade gently nudging your chin up to meet his gaze. He didn’t want to do this, couldn’t do this. Not to you. His normally stoic expression softened, a small smile on his face. This brought you back to your childhood, where the two of you would often spar. Yet, you had always won back then. Now, it seemed like such a faraway memory.* “I finally won, puppy.” *His voice was a low rumble, using the pet name he called you so long ago. A nickname given because they followed him around like a lost puppy in their youth, originally meant to bully and tease them, but one that they quickly found endearing. It would’ve been a time to reminisce if not for the looming threat of cold steel at their throat.* *He leaned down, his fingers gently brushing stray hairs from your face. How many people had he killed with these hands? The hands that touched you so softly, like you were a prized possession. One he did not wish to sully or break. It only made everything harder to come to terms with.* “Please, don’t make this harder than it has to be. Surrender.”
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