Love Me Diabolically || Meliodas

Chapter 20: Torn

It had been a month and two days since the Sins had contact with Sky, but in purgatory, it felt like a year. A year so the betrothed could get to know each other, so that they could learn about each other and from each other.

Sky was in the garden, watching petals float by as they were pulled from the crimson roses and into the breeze. In three days time, she is to be wed to Adrien. Although everything was organized for her, she was exhausted with the idea of the event, having to greet everyone, and what about the honeymoon.

Sky hid her face in her knees, the blush creeping onto her cheeks from the thought of her honeymoon. Well, in their customs, the final step: copulation*. Sky groaned at the thought, although in recent days her mind flashing back to the green eyed blonde.

She sighed, watching her cigarette burn, the smoke rising from the glass bowl. She wondered if they had made any effort to retrieve her, or simply forgot about her. Did they mourn her absence? She scoffed as she rolled her eyes at her immature thoughts.

She let out a breathy chuckle, a meek "Of course not..." left her lips as she lifted the cigarette, breathing in the smoke, letting the wind carry it out.

"Who is it that you're talking to, darling?" Adrien's voice caused her to jump, the cigarette falling from her hands and extinguishing on the ground, along with her bored stare. He chuckled at her startled state, watching as she sat up from her chair.

"No one! Just thinking out loud, that's all." She shifted to face him, eyes dim but hopeful, "I was actually about to go look for you, I've been meaning to ask you something..." Sky murmured under her breath.

He hummed in response, taking a seat next to her as his gaze stared intently at the roses her eyes left a few seconds ago. She hesitated for a second, fiddling with a rose petal she snagged to calm her nerves. After stalling for a few seconds, she gathered some of the courage she once oozed.

"Adrien, could we dance at our party?" She whispered, seemingly in a daze though her speech was clear and backed by the look in her eye that Adrien couldn't quite describe yet. Her confidence quickly faded as she waved her hand to dismiss the words that left him in a frightening silence.

"I mean! We don't have to, if you're not comfortable with that I completely understand. I don't want to pressure you into an-" Adrien threw his head back in laughter, his hair flowing against him with this movement.

"Of course we could! It is also your wedding, Skylar. I want you to be happy, not trapped." He paused, to look into her eyes, his own warm with something she had yet to name.

"You are my wife, well soon to be anyways, not my prisoner. You don't need to ask me to do anything!" He smiles warmly and reaches for her hands, running his thumbs along her scarred knuckles, "I want you to be comfortable in my presence, because in our year together, I've learned that when you disagree with something, you scrunch your nose cutely. Or when you see something you like, for example cake, your eyes brighten and you become a giddy person! And-" He paused for a second, clearing his throat as his face quickly flushed red. His voice cracked a bit in his nervousness, "What I'm saying is that I've witnessed all these things about you, although they are small things, they have enraptured me. Skylar, you have captured me, and I have come to love the things you do," He brought her hands to his face, kissing them gently.

"I have come to love you, Skylar."

With those words, Sky was rooted into her seat like the roses that surrounded them. What was she supposed to say? This year has strangely been the happiest year of her life, not needing to worry of constant war or... death, ironically. She couldn't deny that she too was infatuated with him, she had noticed small things about him; like he enjoyed when she braided her hair, or when presented with bad news he would bite his lip in an attempt to keep in his anger. How was she to tell him that he wasn't her soul mate, that a specific blonde still captured her mind in the strangest ways?

It didn't matter though, as she had made up her mind. She wasn't going to break his heart, he had been too kind, too observant, patient and loving to her. He was everything she deserved. With a breath, she had made up her mind to leave her past behind her. She no longer wanted to be associated with him. The name she was given by him was the first step to separating her bond between them.

"Call me Desteria, instead."

...

It was around midnight as the guards were on patrol, making sure the castle grounds were as calm as they sounded. Zeldris walked to the sounds of his own footsteps ricocheting off the walls, his eyes dull with boredom as he kept on high alert for anything suspicious or dangerous. Suddenly piercing screams of pain filled the halls, forcing unrest to shoot through his veins as he turned towards the Royal Wing, the area where visitors were settled in. Zeldris could barely be heard over the wails, his one man harmony being drowned out by the pain those cries carried.

Those screams were familiar, encouraging him to rush towards a set of wooden doors that barred him from his goal as he couldn't get them to budge. His feeble attempts and knocking them down resulting in him whispering in a colorful language just under his breath. Forcing them open and allowing his eyes to see an anguishing silverette.

"Sky! Sky, what's wrong, are you okay?" He spoke as he moved her head onto his lap, watching as sweat dripped from her brow. Sky grinded her teeth together, the pain marking itself into her being with the burn of an acid rain after sunset.

"L-Leave m-me alone!" She seethed, ripping at her clothing and letting the cloth crumple around her waist, barely resembling the night gown it once was. Zeldris' eyes shifted uncomfortably, but they easily trailed to the area above her breast, widened when he realized what was happening.

"Skylar, what is happening with your soul?" He whispered, watching as she continued to seeth in pain, her fingers digging into the duvet. Bite marks clear on her lip and small crescents adorned on her hands in response to the gradual tension. Sky could barely whimper out in response.

"I can't love him anymore..."

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Hello! Sorry I've been gone for so long, I decided to take a break from constant updating, but we're back to our regularly scheduled program! 

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P.S, here is some stupidity from my team and I, aka the foot note.

*(A.K.A. Getting it on. Doin the do. Going down and dirty. Frick fracking. Becoming beasts in the sheets. Rubbin the birthday suits. Bed Banging. Annoying your neighbors. Destroying your headboard. Roll int he hay. Rockingthe bed. "What's going on upstairs?". Blowing out your back. decking the halls, icing the cake, baking the buns, going feral, baby gravy in the oven, blowing out the tires, rearranging your guts. Choking her daddy. Fucking. You know, well you get the gist)