The Priestess and The Demon: The Priestess and The Demon

-The Demon and the Priestess-

Pale, milky-white skin,

Moonlight shining down on it.

Long, midnight hair,

Blowing in the twilight breeze.

The demon lord sighs,

Closing his eyes,

Blocking the sight in front of him.

The celestial maiden dreams,

Thinking of a demonic love,

A single, crystalline tear falls.

Demonic, golden orbs of emotion,

Narrow in worry.

Glistening, silky, silver hair,

Slowly floating in the air.

The moonlit goddess gasps,

Sensing approaching danger.

She stands, grabbing her bow.

The demonic prince softly growls,

Stepping out of the shadows,

Preparing to fight.

A dark-haired demon appears,

Smirking at the moon maiden,

His eyes turning red.

A deep growl is heard,

The celestial goddess turns,

Eyes landing on the demon lord.

Red eyes soften back to gold,

Staring into hers,

The demon prince goes to her side,

Pulling out his sword to fight.

The priestess gently sighs,

Resting a hand on her protector's shoulder.

A small smile gracing her soft lips.

The dark-haired demon smirk faltered,

Watching the priestess take aim.

He snarls and tries to attack,

Blocked by poisonous nails in his throat.

The demonic prince snarls, squeezing harder,

Digging his nails deeper.

The moon goddess grins,

Letting loose an arrow.

The dark-haired demon screams,

As the arrow hits.

The demon lord smirks,

Releasing him.

The priestess drops her bow,

And grabs the dark-haired demon,

Purifying him and turning him to dust.

The demon prince smiles once more,

Sheathing his unused sword.

He picks up the maiden's bow,

Handing it to her.

The celestial goddess turns,

Smiling sadly,

She begins to walk away.

The demonic god sighs,

Gently grabbing her wrist.

She turned to him, crying softly.

His glare softened,

As his hand wiped away her tears.

The priestess sobs,

And pulls away,

Hiding her face with her hair.

The demon's face softens more,

Showing a small smile,

His strong arms encircling her,

Pulling her against his chest.

The priestess gasps,

Tensing up.

The demon prince tightens his arms,

Burying his nose in her hair.

The moon maiden sighs,

A soft smile appears on her face,

And nuzzles his chest,

Burying her hands in his hair.

She looks up into his golden eyes,

Her deep brown ones shining.

One word is spoken,

Before their lips meet,

“Aishiteru”.

The demon lord sighs,

He has his love,

His Kikyo.

The priestess smiles,

She has her protector,

Her Sesshomaru.

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