The legacy in her ruins

The smell of musk mixed with the smell of something exotic masked my every other senses. My feet was fixed on the floor while my whole body told me to run. My final instinct was of fight or flight. I prepared my body to be ready in a fighting stance, the final cry of war from a prey.

He stood there, barely an inch away, staring at me with the most beautiful shade of green eyes I have ever seen. With my heart beating a million times, and with all the breath that he took away, I couldn't speak.

This compromising position I was put in was completely foreign to me, but the demon in front of me was enjoying every bit of it. He tightened his grasp around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I hated myself for being unable to speak or move.

We were standing too close to each other and his nose grazed my ears as he whispered, "My Izze... come with me. Away from all this." He gestured to the white pristine sequenced dress I was wearing.
"You know dark looks better on you." He breathed into my ears.

My breath was stuck in my throat that I almost felt like fainting. But unlike I thought the feeling wasn't due to my nervousness. No. It was because my heart was beating out of my chest and my capability to comprehend anything when he stood so near to me was zero to none. I simply wanted to abandon everything I ever knew and be lured into a realm of demons and well, Azrael.