This Love Only Brings You Pain (COMPLETED) ✓

Seven

*Mature content ahead. ∆∆∆ will be placed at the start and end for those who want to skip this part.*

Ava was standing in a field. At first, she thought it was snowing, but upon closer inspection realized the ground was littered with cherry blossoms. Millions of white petals tinted with pink fluttered around the cloudy expanse of countryside, overshadowed by their creator, the giant tree that loomed over her.

The wind began picking up, the blossoms threatening to swallow her whole as it reached her shoulders, overwhelming her with it's fruity scent—

"Take my hand," a melodic voice sang from before, only a silhouette surrounded by a blinding, golden light visible. "Please, Ava. I shall not hurt you."

"You mean that?" She whispered, coughing out petals.

"You know I do," the silhouette answered.

"Bea?" Ava gasped in awe, weaving her fingers through the other girl's. "Where am I? What's happening?"

"We're in heaven," Beatrice sang, spreading her wings in a hypnotic motion. "You did it. You defeated Adriel, Ava."

"But—how?"

"Let me show you," the angel whispered as she enclosed the pair in her feathers.

Suddenly, she was back on the battlefield. It was in a desert fort of sorts, surrounded by possessed workers and tourists. Camila was shooting back the horde of evil from one of the turrets, Lilith was slashing at hell hounds with her divinium tipped claws. But it was clear that doom was on its way.

The scene before them shifted, showcasing Mary fighting alongside Mother Superion against the band of rejected sisters. Once more a new image appeared before Ava's eyes, this time of her and Beatrice canoeing down the black, algae infested waters of a cave.

"We're going to have to stop and change our clothes," Beatrice informed a future version of her as they made it to the rocky shore, anchoring the vessel.

"Why?"

"Adriel could track your scent," the nun replied, shedding her many layers before tiptoeing into the icy river.

"Oh my God," Ava breathed, jaw dropping in shock. Beatrice was beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking.

"Language," she reprimanded the halo bearer, cheeks flushing as she moved to cover as much of her body as possible. "It's not very modest to be in one's underwear, I know. My apologies."

"Why are you apologising?" Ava asked, tugging her top over her shoulders. Beatrice looked away shyly.

"I—I don't know," she mumbled, cupping a handful of water in her palms to rinse the grime off her face. "It's not very virtuous of me."

The brunette smirked. "I don't mind."

Beatrice looked up then. "You don't?"

Ava cupped her cheek, splashing some water in her companion's hair. "No. I do think you should wear your hair down more often. It suits you."

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Suddenly, Beatrice's lips were pressed against her own, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to the skin. After moment she pulled away, attempting to escape but Ava refused to let her. Their second kiss was more demanding, but still comforting in the way Ava's fingers curled around the baby hairs at the back of Bea's neck.