"I love you." "Liar."
"I love you." He says with a smile, malice behind it but a voice holding the intent to seduce.
"Liar." I say, "you speak nothing but lies, how could a demon such as yourself feel something as futile as love for a mere mortal as myself, our lives mean nothing to those whose lives don't stop." He moves closer but I move further back. "You don't mean it, you think you know the feeling of butterflies making your stomach feel ditzy, and your heart pound, but do you even know how to act on it? To make a wrong move could end in pain and sorrow, both of which I never wish to live through again."
"Your life won't come to an end, you can reside here with me, we can live eternally together, what do you have back there to return to? Not to mention if I am ever to hurt you Irura is sure to run me through with her blade as if I have killed her own flesh and blood, so please, stay with me." I thought about it as I fell backwards onto his throne, he towers at least three feet over me.
"I suppose I don't have anything to return to, but what of my short and insignificant life?" I ask.
"If you were to accept my love I could stop you from aging when you wish, from getting ill, from death. I refuse to allow you to die my love, so please darling accept my confession.
"I accept your confession on one condition, that I am allowed to still see others and leave your realm, I do not wish to be a sitting duck for the rest of eternity." He looks to ponder the condition but accepts.
"How do you manage to make your voice as if it were a sedative for my mind?" He asks.
"I'm not sure I understand what you're implying…" I say. He lets out a hearty chuckle.
"Your low voice, it soothes me…" He clarifies, I go bashful and try to look away but he pulls me to my feet, hand in hand he pulls me to the middle of the room, moving his hand to my waist as his other intertwines with my own, I move my arm to his shoulder. We begin to waltz around the room.
"Who said you could take the lead?" I ask with a huff.
"My height, little prince." I step on his foot, he winces, I giggle. Music fills the hall and the lights dim to a color that resembles honey. After a few minutes of dancing and laughing I let out a yawn. "Tired darling?" He asks, I nod in response, "then it seems our dance session is to come to a close, shall we move to the kitchen for dinner first?"
"I think we shall." We laugh and walk hand in hand to the kitchen, our footsteps echoing throughout the hall. It seems the last time he used the kitchen it wasn't cleaned, a mysterious purple residue was left on the counter tops. "Do you ever clean after yourself?" I ask with mock disappointment.
"Of course I do, just not last time" I laugh.
"Alright then let's clean, then, cook."
"Or I could do this." He snaps his fingers and the room begins to clean itself, I stare in awe. "Did you enjoy watching that?"
"Maybe just a bit, but because I know you can't cook for schist." I picked him up and sat him on the floor. "Now stay." I say with a smirk.