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"Does this feel nostalgic?"

-Yuna-

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I stood there barefoot with a light feeling tingling in my stomach, as I stared at the tall blonde standing only a few meters away with a shocked expression, puffy red eyes, and crystal-clear tears staining his red cheeks. He was the only person here with me
in this white space. Stalling for a second over what to do, I took a slow step forward , only to notice a pool of a strange greenish-black-liquid covering the white floor beneath us. "Satan?" I choked on my own voice as it cracked.

            The demon flinched upon hearing his name and walked towards me, the sage colored water slowly shifting with every step he took. His breath seemed ragged and unsteady as his walk turned to a jog, nearly slipping, before finally reaching me and pulling my small figure into a desperate hug. His heavy breath-brushed against the skin of my neck, as he buried his face into my shoulder soaking my blouse with his wet tears. I just stood there, not knowing to do as I listened to his constant cries that seemed to be dipped in anger and frustration. It took a moment for me to notice he was in his demon form, and that his clothes were stained in the same, sticky green liquid that surrounded us. "Don't  go . . ." his voice shook, and my heart shook fearing he would shatter any second. 

             "Satan," I called out to him, gulping nervously, as I slowly pushed him away and cupped his cheeks to stare one more time into those chaotic-green-eyes of his. There was no longer anything hidden in them, all that anger and despair had bleed out of them, and left him empty on the inside. 

               But then I saw it, the curse mark poking from under the sleeve of my blouse, and radiating a bright, neon green light. My eyes widened at the sight, and I stepped away from the demon, feeling an electric shock running through me. "Y-yuna!" the demon wrapped his arms around me, as my legs gave away.

              The mark glowed brighter, as Satan held me with a panicked expression. He was faking right? I looked at the mark then back at his eyes. Maybe . . . just maybe, could it have been my fate to meet him? I chuckled half-heartedly at the thought, cupping his cheeks again, and kissing away those bittersweet tears of his. They were cold, like tiny snowflakes melting on my tongue. "Why did an idiot like you have to love me?" it was my turn to cry.

               I was lost. Torn between fate and destiny. Love and hate. Joy and despair. I ran my fingers through his golden locks, while breathing in his sweet sent of cinnamon and vanilla. "Satan . . . its too much . . . Everything is too much!" I was falling apart, everything around me was happening too fast ever since I came to this hell hole called: Devildom . " The curse, the shadow souls, that damned Kadita, your love, the awakening, ghosts, and now. . . I don't know what to feel anymore! It's just. . . too much!"

            He stared at me, his arms cradling me as we both sat in our own pools of doubt and frustration. A priceless smile washed over his face, as I wiped away my own tears. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" his voice shook, but I could still sense the warmth behind it. 

           He pulled out one of my daggers from it's sheath, and placed the tip of the blade over his chest, right were his heart was. The tears stopped, and I looked at him in confusion. "So if I die, will that lessen your pain, Yuna?" his question and tired smile, shot me out of nowhere, and I stared at him with my lips unable to move. " Yuna, if my love is a burden, I don't want you suffering because of it." 

           Just as the dagger's tip was about to pierce through his dark, grey shirt, I grabbed the hilt and pulled it away from him, only to wrap my arm around his neck, and leave the blade an inch from his neck. "Does this feel nostalgic?" I asked with my breath trembling.

" Yes . . . Of course it does," his eyes softened, as his face inched closer,

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"and I love it."

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 So I feel it's about time we start getting to the main big thing. I already have the ending scenario, but just thinking about the climax makes me want punch myself in the face. Cuz I this story is based of hate, despair, and hope. So get ready of some kickass scenes, depressing af moments, and a lot of crack head moment to make up for breaking your hearts ;)

We are about midway through this plot, and honestly it's the best book I have enjoyed writing (Since I actually organized the plot for once in my life, before publishing it ) XD

This chapter really hit me hard, so I couldn't help, but leave this A/N here. Hope you felt this chapter as much as I did.