The Love Of A Typhon
"Please… don’t die on me," Draven whispered, his hands trembling as he held Liora against him, tears streaking down his face. Blood pooled between them, warm and relentlessly seeping from her chest.
Liora's lips curved in a faint, bitter smile, tears sliding from the corner of her eyes. "Why is the Father of All Demons crying? Here… you still need to defeat Lucifer." She extended a blue, hexagonal-prism shaped crystal toward him, her fingers shaking with the effort.
"You need your power at its peak . while fighting him," she rasped, coughing out more blood as she continued "and… you need to continue living."
"No, Liora. I don’t want it. What use is my long life without you?" His voice cracked as he tried to return the crystal to her heart. "The Zoethys… it should save you."
"It won't… work," she said, each word a struggle, blood flecking her lips. "My primordial spirit… has been crushed."
Draven's chest heaved, tears falling faster now wetting her hair. "You are a phoenix… one of a kind. Promise me… promise me you will reincarnate. I'll wait… 100 years… 200… 900… I'll wait." He held her closer crying relentlessly while looking into her eyes as if his tears could keep her alive for a longer time.
A weak laugh escaped her lips, "If there comes a next life for me," she whispered, fading, "I'll make sure to buy you from all the responsibilities tying you down… and you will be… 'SOLD' to me as mine alone."