Gamble Of Serpants

Chapter 8:

June 6, 1983.

The air was dry as ice grew on your nose. Heavy and fast-paced footsteps can be heard splashing the puddles they hit. The hissing steam and the roaring echoes of cars racing by. Children laugh and sirens wail as the smell of smoke roams the streets. When suddenly a shrill laughter plagues one's ears. His pointed ears twitch and he looks at the beautiful young lady wrapped up in his coat. She was cold, it seemed like she was dead if you had touched her. Her white scales shimmered on her face as she looked up to the man with horns on his head. Her yellow eyes seemed to smile with joy as she poked fun at him.

"Hey~ Clair!" She hissed as she played around with his name in her mouth. "Clair~ I hope you don't mind, as you know well-" She gestures to herself.

"I know you're some sort of snake. And I don't think you can be trusted after what you just did" He replies with a grunt.

"Aw~ Come on! You saw how that guy threatened us! He deserved it!" She pouts.

"Well let's just hope the cops don't find us for the time being... Though I doubt they have much to go on. You did kill that guy-" He paused for a brief moment and then sighed. "And burned the place to the ground..."

"Yeah and serve the asshat, right! for trying to grope me!" She hissed.

"Yeah, but still we shouldn't have killed him... He wasn't worth it." Clair said bluntly as he looked up at the fire in the distance. The lady was still clinging to him with her arms wrapped around him as a way for herself to get warm.

She then says playfully. "So... We Killed him? I thought I killed him."

Clair then chuckles. "Fine- I did want to kill that piece of dung water anyways..."
"Dung water? Please- Clair. Just. say shit. It's not that hard!" She moved back a little to look up at him with this sly smirk on her face.

"Not my forte." He grumbled as he responded.

"Such a party pooper~... Clair~" She spaced her words apart as a way to playfully mess with him.
"Not now, [REDACTED], let us make it to our hotel first, Little Miss Cold-Hearted Snake.~" Clair retorts childishly.
"Oh, you certainly know how to hit it where it hurts Clair!~" She says as she feigns fainting to then continue to vocalize. "Oh, Mr. Sinclair! You're gonna make me cry!~ You sly! Sly! Sly! Dog!~" She chuckles.

He stares at her trying to keep a straight face yet a smirk could not help but creep on that stoic face. Her voice rings happily as if she just discovered some newfound treasure. "I didn't think you could ever actually smile! Clair!" She smiles humbly as she looks at him with her sharp piercing gaze that looks at him ever so softly.
"Didn't think you were ever so sneaky, to find yourself in my coat, [REDACTED]." He remarked.

"What~ It's Freezing! [REDACTED]-"

Clair then interrupts her in a mocking tone of voice to display his way of expressing he was shocked in a sense. "And so it seems that the Serpent finally said my name."

She responds with her voice so soft. "S-seems that I did..." She nestles her face in his chest to hide her face but her ears give her away.

"Wow- Calling me- By my name! It makes you embarrassed! Truly, Ms. [REDACTED], now that is a surprise." He says teasingly but at the same time with the utmost sincerity. "Sh-shut up! You big oaf! You're one to talk! Be-because-'' She responds trying to come up with a comeback.

"Because?"

"B-because! That- One time- Hmmm... AH- Just Shut Up Clair!" She grabs his shirt in the spur of the moment and pulls him downward to her height to kiss him, as his eyes go wide not expecting anything like this. She then pulls away leaving him dumbfounded. She then stammers. "Th-that was me- saying thanks. It was- fun killing that piece of shit who tried to-"

Mr. Sinclair then wraps his arms around her and just holds her. They stay like that for a few minutes when Mr. Sinclair breaks the silence. "[REDACTED]... How many years have we been partners in crime?"

"Huh?"

"That's right, about, let's say 10?- No- sorry 70 years..."

"Clair, would you want to be something more than a partner in crime?"

"I would love to, my dear queen of serpents."

"Then, My King, My King of Sin. Let us show the world just how we rule!"

They both smile as they rest their foreheads on each other. To then only walk down that street as if no one could tell them what to do. Mr. Sinclairs jacket blew along with the wind and The Serpent Queen's hair blew ever so gracefully behind her as she pulled her hair down. They walked hand in hand with the police and firemen surrounding that burning building never going back to that hotel because instead they-

"Seemed to cripple god himself. As they seemed to be an unstoppable force, Elora. These two, My Little Flower. Have so many stories to tell and yet so much goes untold.

The chaos and destruction weren't just what they left behind. My Little Flower, because as you can see they created things as well. A while after they realized there was so much more than just- Ruling over a Kingdom of fear. They eventually decided it was time to disappear without any trace. And who knows maybe you'll create your kingdom one day."

"What about The King Of Sin and The Serpent Queen? What happened to them? And what could they do?Papa?"

"My sweet little girl, it should be obvious what The Serpent Queen could do! But I suppose I could tell you more about The King of Sin. Well, some say he was practically immortal and could share that immortality with others if he so chose. But that could not but be further than the truth. In actuality, he was able to steal other's life forces and make it into his own. But In the end that power could not keep his beloved alive. He watched as she- His Queen took her last breath, My Little Flower. But she did leave her King the greatest gift he could have ever gotten and that was his child and to this day he still loves her! But now it is time to sleep, Elora. Good Night."

"Night, Papa."