The Devil's Love ~aarmau fanfic~

~Wolf's Cry~

Aphmau's POV

*Play Song*

I open my eyes groggily, feeling a warm presence surrounding me.

I squint my eyes, observing the scenery.

I was in what looked to be a cave, with a blazing fire about meter from my body.

I looked out the entrance to the cave, I see there was still a blizzard.

I hear a slicing sound, I look the way it came from.

My heart leaps into my throat, causing me to lurch up and back up.

My back finds the rocky wall, hurting my spine.

I groan slightly, rubbing my tailbone.

There was a tall muscular man sitting against the opposite wall, wearing a red bandanna across his face, covering his eyes and half his nose.

He was dragging an object up and down a large purple sword.

It was a demonic broadsword.

One of the most powerful and rarest in the land.

He stops sharpening momentarily to look up at me, well he raised his head to me, his eyes still covered by dark red cloth.

It was silent, the fire's flickering filling the air.

Was I dead?

I don't speak.

I don't move.

Well, lets put it as I was unable to.

I have to get back to Phoenix Drop.

Everyone will start to worry.

Though, first off who was this man?

I realize a pain in my forehead, making me wince.

I reach a shaky hand onto my forehead, finding warm

vile

velvet

blood.

He stands up, leaning his sword against the cave wall.

He starts to make his way over to me.

My breaths become faster, each filled of fear.

He stops about a meter in front of me.

He gestures for me to sit.

I gently slide down the cave wall, luckily not cutting myself on anything.

He comes a little closer, squatting down so what should be his eyes meet mine.

He reaches behind his head, pulling his bandanna off.

He hands it to me, gesturing me press it against the wound.

I just sit there, still unable to move.

I was staring into his black eyes, trying to find out why he would ever want to cover them.

He sighs, then starts to press my forehead with the red cloth.

I wince, the cloth stopping the bleeding.

I feel something graze my hand.

I look down, finding him grab my hand.

I feel some heat seep up my neck.

What was I doing?

blushing?

He pulled my hand up to my head, placing it on the cloth.

I get what he means.

I hold the cloth in place, he stands up, walking back over to his sword.

He grasps its handle, then picks it up.

He walks over to the entrance, staring into the blizzard abyss. 

He sends me one last glance, before disappearing into the snow.

Have a nice day my crystals!