Most people, when they are in a life or death situation would do one of three things. First, run. Second, fight. Third, accept death and allow it.
Now, let's talk about what I did.
The morning of my death, 3 am had just passed and I was hungry for an early morning snack. I reluctantly placed my phone on the other side of my bed and plugged the charger into it before getting up to head to the kitchen. I opened my bedroom door and turned left, striding down the hall and taking a right into the kitchen entrance.
At first, I didn't even notice him- or it. I'm still not positive which it was, but I'll stick to he. He was standing so amazingly still, like a statue, staring out the window above my sink. Within his eyes was the reflection of the moon. On his perfect porcelain-like skin, the light of the night sky.
Once I noticed him, I let out a startled yelp and leapt back into the threshold of the room. Hearing my cry, his head turned slowly to look at me. I was struck by an undeniable woe.
It was the most simple thing, the turning of his head to look me in the eyes. Yet, somehow it was the most graceful, beautiful action I have ever lived to see. The way his head rested to the side. His unruly, yet excellently styled, pitch black hair, brushing against the side of his head.
Now to his eyes- oh, his eyes. The second that they made contact with mine I felt an arrow pierce my heart. Velvet red. Yes, that's what I'd say the color was. Those, they were like literal windows to his soul. I could see the rage of a god prepared to smite down its enemies. The passion of a father prepared to protect his children with his life. Lust that I could only know as the desperation of two lovers, praying that their last night in bed together would fix everything wrong in their relationship. All contained below the cool reflection of velvet eyes.
His face was nothing short of how I'd imagine a god's would look. Perfectly placed nose, eyes, and cheekbones, but most importantly his mouth. As he first glanced my way, it parted slightly, softly and innocently. The smirk. That's what threw my chest into a hammering fit. It slowly spread across his face and ended with a small heart attack. It was the sort of smile that showed the smooth and frankly, the kissable qualities of his lips. They were the sort you could kiss for hours on end and never get bored.
My gaze continued to his body before I could stop myself.
The black clothes were tight in all the right places, showing his flawlessly toned muscles and what must've been a god given body type. The v-neck of his shirt parted all the way down to his midriff, showing gorgeously chiseled abs.
When he spoke it was alluring, like an otherworldly song. The absolutely impeccable tone made my skin quiver and my ears ache for more.
"Oh, hello~ I wasn't expecting such a beautiful woman to interrupt my assignment."
My eyes darted back to his face, causing me to notice the two dark horns sticking inches out of the top of his head.
He sighed in a sexy kind of way, which I didn't previously think was possible.
"Although normally I'd chase girls like you back to your bedroom, I'm currently very busy and sadly can't escort you."
Taking a step towards me, he continued, "In fact, looking at you is tempting me a bit too much. I'll get rid of you."
A bright light burst from his right hand and morphed into a sword of purple fire. I didn't flinch or look away in the slightest. The eerie purple glow that was cast upon him make him even more irresistibly gorgeous. All I could think of was how it would feel for him to grab me, shove me against the wall, and kiss me.
Here were the moments where I should've chosen. Run, fight, or accept. However, even as he charged me, all I could think of were the sexy way his muscles moved as he did. Even as he cut me in half and set me ablaze in purple hellfire, all I wanted to do was look into his velvet eyes.
Then, I died.
I didn't accept death, but I didn't run nor fight. I was frozen still, yet not in fear. I was captivated with lust for someone. A someone or something that I had never seen or could even imagine before.
Now, because of that, I cannot rest. And I never will.
