His Domain

Hallucinating as his richness was, so was his character and his Deep Crimson Palace,

Moss & scarlet tint portraits hanging all over the palace's hall, magnificent and evil they reeked of,

Bedrooms were a hoax, floral arts covered the corners whilst the ceilings with an oval shaped mirror reflecting the pillow talk,

Dark academia, arts & literature, shelfs piled of intellectual books, made him look the perfect persona of a wicked bugger,

Midnight Black suit, vintage watch engulfed around his left pocket as the words inscribed on it read, "until the end of times",

A platinum ring engraved with a black opal stone, a silver chain in his right wrist, he stood 6 foot tall and his pride even more,

His sturdy built petrified the people around him, his loyal servants were committed to him more than their lives,

Nonetheless his brazen appearance, he never walked amongst the people of the town, he recurred every once in a blue moon,

The people of the town respected and feared him the same as rumors spilled, the people who broke his trust disappeared & were never to be seen again,

But romantics are the new rebels, every man's weakness, a woman,

Blonde hairs, blue eyes and the best pairs of clothes ever seen in town, she resembled royalty,

Intruders and strangers were treated alike guests with a warm heart, for ones knife through the heart and for ones smiles through the heart,

She entered the palace with a strange smile, the house butler accompanied her as she walked into the glorious hall, lit and eminent,

As she was lost in the beauty & thoughts, distant footsteps closed in, as she turned around, elegantly walking down the stairs, he appeared,

A vile feeling emerged as he looker her in the eye, she was already in love, she smiled as he welcomed and kissed her hand,

She questioned him his pale personality, he replied, flaws and beauty were made to rejoice love not disrespect & inquire about,

Skipping the awkwardness, he asked if she'd join him for dinner, embarrassingly quiet she said "yes".

Royal tables and chairs were nothing compared to the feast he served for two people across each other,

Dazzled in amusement she filled her appetite, apologizing for her wrong phrasing she eyeballed the ground,

There's nothing to be sorry about, curiosity shall be perceived as one conceives it, he broke the conversation,

Hours they talked about his palace, books, arts and his history with the town, as the moment arrived,

They found themselves in another awkward situation, as he was showing her his personal space, she fell while reaching out for a book on the shelf,

As he caught and grabbed her, she looked him into the eye, brown like sunsets struck in his iris they seemed , she blushed,

For the first time, he felt differently, he helped her stand and she leaned in grabbing his collar onto her, the essence of time felt vivid,

She kissed him gently and as he kissed her back, a revolver came out from her bag, she kissed him whilst her heart raced the pace of a horse,

With closed heart and open mind, she pulled the trigger twice, thrice she tasted blood on his lips, happy than ever he was,

Pretty eyes, pretty lies, he wasn't deceived but surprised that a woman like her pulled the trigger on his pride,

She opened her eyes only to witness, the man she shot six times was still standing strong, confused and dramatic,

She cried tremor, Mr. you can't killed me kissed her again and wiped her tears, comforted her and whispered in her ears, laughing hysterically,

Sure pull the trigger, kill me over a thousand times, bleed me as much as you like,

But O My Love, didn't they tell you that Immortals don't die.