Evil Origins

Evil Kisses Death

Rio knew she shouldn't have kissed her back. It was too risky. A kiss from Death also kills. But she couldn't stop herself when she heard the way Agatha's heart beat beneath her chest. The living woman's warm body against Rio's cold one felt so good to her in a way she didn't understand. Giving into her urges, the Being let a hand move from Agatha's wrist to the witch's ribs as she deepened the kiss. The hand that still held Agatha's other one pinned to the ground, loosened and slid up, palm to palm before both sets of slender fingers wrapped around one another.

Just as Rio's guard began to fold, Agatha's free hand reached up, grabbing the Being's throat and pushing her away. "Yes. I hate you." The witch finally answered Death's question as the woman on top let out a laugh, rolling her eyes.

"Takes a lot to grab Death by the throat, Agatha." She told her, leaning her neck harder against Agatha's hand so she almost couldn't breathe and she smiled. "You can't kill me even if you tried."

Agatha lifted her head off the grass beneath her, bringing her face closer to Death's. "I am going to prove you wrong." She promised, her eyes falling to the lips she had just kissed, her body immediately craving them again. The thought that she had just kissed Death and was still alive aroused her and she dared herself to try it again. But not yet. She held her face there with a curiosity. Did Death want her as much as she wanted Death? Digging her fingers deeper into Rio's neck, Agatha waited to see how long they could resist each other. She studied Death's face, wondering how it could be so beautiful as she lost her breath.

Perhaps it was the fact that she was pregnant, but she felt the strongest urge to rip the other woman's clothes off, unsure of what she might find beneath them, and all the more feeling the desire to. It finally fully hit her that this was DEATH. Death on top of her. She could take her at any moment if she would just allow her to use the knife. But Death resisted the temptation to take Agatha's soul. Something she had always suspected would be easy considering she was so insignificant. So stupid and small. Not meant for this world. But Death wouldn't take her. As if her life WAS important. She could see it now in Rio's eyes.

"We shouldn't do that again." Rio warned her as she could sense Agatha wanted to kiss her once more. "It is forbidden."

Agatha couldn't help but gently chuckle, her grip on Death's throat loosening. "You should never say those words to me." She bit her lower lip, looking at Rio's perfect lips again, the word 'forbidden' only tempting her more. "Are you afraid of ME now?" Agatha asked her, amused at the thought that Death could fear her and call it 'forbidden.'

Resisting the urge to laugh, Rio teleported away from Agatha and stood behind her, the witch immediately missing how it felt to be under her as she rolled over onto her hands and knees to look up at the Being. "I have work to do." She told Agatha, who remained kneeling at her feet.

"Psh. They're dead. They can wait." Agatha waved a hand.

"I should leave." Rio told her.

"Don't." The witch hadn't meant to suddenly sound so desperate as she took Death's hand in both of hers. "You are the only one who makes me forget."

"Forget what?" The Being asked while she locked eyes with Agatha who finally stood.

"Forget what people think of me and-... what I think of myself."

"What DO you think of yourself?"

"My mother, she says-"

"I don't care what your mother says. What do YOU think?" Rio asked as if it were some kind of challenge. "Tell me."

Agatha opened her mouth a bit, but hadn't a clue what to say. She inhaled, unintentionally taking a slight step backward. "What do YOU think of me?" She tried to avert the focus onto Rio instead.