𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐀; ɢᴠ x ʜᴘ (𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃)

𝟎𝟎𝟒; ᴀ ɢᴀᴍʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ғᴀᴛᴇ

JUDITH STARED at her reflection in the mirror. She looked just how she did before that day. Yet her green eyes stay the same, a mark of her immortality.

Her gazed shifted to her left hand where a certain ring laid.

The silver band of the ring gleams like a moonlit river, its surface adorned with intricate etchings that seem to writhe and twist like the vines of a mystical forest. At its center, a majestic emerald sits snugly, its verdant depths a window into a world of magic and wonder.

The gemstone is cut in such a way that it seems to radiate light from within, as if a hidden flame burns deep within its heart. Its facets catch the slightest hint of illumination, casting prismatic rainbows across the surface of the ring.

Upon closer inspection a figure within is barely visible, a ghostly silhouette that flickers and fades within the emerald's green glow. The silver filigree around the gemstone seems to pulse with a life of its own, as if it is alive, forming delicate patterns that mimic the vines and leaves of a dense jungle. Each curl and twist is a testament to the skill of the craftsman who created this masterpiece.

"Abraxas." She called, and the ring glowed and standing behind her is her favorite believer.

He stood tall and proud, a figure that demanded attention and respect. His hair flowed like a cascading waterfall of silver-white, falling down his broad shoulders and reaching down to his waist. His cold, icy eyes were like two frozen lakes, shimmering in the light and captivating anyone who dared to look into them. His chiseled features were sharp and pointed, giving him an air of nobility and grace. His skin was pale, like that of a marble statue, adding to his otherworldly beauty.

He was dressed in all black, his form-fitting clothes hugging his every curve and contour, accentuating his masculine body. The fabric seemed to cling to him like a second skin, emphasizing his broad shoulders and strong arms. He moved with a fluid grace, every step he took exuding confidence and power.

In all, he was a sight to behold, a man who commanded attention with his mere presence. He was like a dark angel, both beautiful and deadly, a creature that could easily lure you in with his charm, only to strike when you least expected it.

The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by a single flickering candle. The air was thick with the scent of burning incense, adding to the mystique of the setting. He stood before her his heart pounding in his chest.

He was unworthy to even look upon her.

"Mon Haute Reine." He whispered to himself, his voice reverent.

Her eyes piercing and cold. Abraxas fell to his knees, his head bowed in submission. He dared not look upon her directly without permission, for fear that he might be struck down by her divine wrath.

"Mon Haute Reine." He said, his voice filled with loyal devotion. "I am but your humble servant, ready to do your bidding."

She smiled a cold and sharp smile that he loved. He knew that she was not to be trifled with, that her power was beyond measure.

"Darling." She said, her voice like a razor blade.

With that, he kissed her hand in greeting, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew that he was hers, body and soul, and that he would do whatever it takes to please her.

"Mon Haute Reine." He said once more his voice barely above a whisper.

She looked down at Abraxas with a mixture of amusement. She knew that he was utterly devoted to her, willing to give his life for her again at a moment's notice.

"You have died for me once before." She said, her voice soft but cold. "Yet here you are, back at my feet, ready to serve me for all eternity."

Abraxas nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, Mon Haute Reine. I will always return to serve you, to do your bidding, to be your loyal servant until the end of time."