First Demonic Dragon

In Eden, most every day is the same.

That isn’t to say that the realm lacks in originality or splendor. Rather, it’s beauty is so painfully well-refined that one never gets sick of looking at it.

Every morning, the majesty of the space overwhelms and brings tears to one’s eyes.

The cool morning air. The sweet-smelling dew covering the grass. The vast horizon- a perfect peach pink that brightens and brightens as the day becomes brighter.

Fluffy white clouds dot the sky infrequently. Like gentle little angels too afraid to obscure the beauty of the sky.

If Abaddon, Ayaana, and Zahara were creation’s most beautiful beings, then Eden was undoubtedly creation’s most beautiful realm.

It was the only place in the infinite cosmos Abaddon knew of that surpassed Tehom.

It’s why he hadn’t minded staying here for so long.

But now, it was time for them to go.

They just… seemed to be having difficulty taking that first step.

It was early in the morning. Seras was locked within her own mind as she moved along the grass. Her eyes remained closed as she let her body move intentionally, yet freely.

Her movements did not seem like a practiced martial art. More like ballet.

Bekka watched Seras secretly from the tall grass.

She had come out here to retrieve her love so that they could finish packing up, but instead found herself unable to disturb her.

For a few days now, Seras had been different.

She was quieter, but not unhappier. She hugged for longer. Kissed them sweeter. Spoke to them softer.

Bekka was halfway convinced that she was sharing a bed with a doppelganger.

And now, as she continued to watch her, Bekka was only growing more and more convinced of that fact.

Seras’ movements were always graceful.

But right now, it wouldn’t be difficult to call them angelic or heavenly.

Bekka was amazed.

She had been watching Seras for an excess of thirty minutes now, and she was sure she might’ve only blinked once or twice.

She didn’t want to miss a single second of this vision.

Seras’ body glided across the grass smoothly. Her arms swayed in and out softly, yet strong enough to transfer a gentle breeze in Bekka’s direction.

It looked so impossibly well-choreographed that Bekka couldn’t believe it was Seras doing it.

But… she couldn’t figure out why that was hard for her to believe.

Seras was dedicated. Graceful. She had immaculate hand-eye coordination and knew how to properly get the most out of every tendon in her body.

So why did this feel so different?

After a while, Seras spun and performed a move that looked similar to a pirouette.

There was a moment where her hand came out sharply, like a great blade leaving it’s sheath.

Seras’ brow wrinkled in distaste. Nevertheless, she kept going.

There were a few more instances like that one. At every turn, Seras seemed to grow more and more frustrated with herself, though she didn’t break routine or let herself stop.

She finished all the way through, but by the time she got to the end, she was crying.

Her tears were not red like they usually were whenever she cried out of frustration.

They were crystal clear and normal. Her tears ran like rivers down her cheeks and dropped into the grass at her feet.

Wherever her tears fell, the formerly white grass turned a warm red, and flowers bloomed.

Seras finally came to a stop and let her arms hang at her sides.

She wept silently with her head hanging low. She bit her lip hard so that she wouldn’t scream at herself or her surroundings.

Her body was wracked with tremors. She couldn’t even bear to stand on her own.

As her body started to go down, she felt someone grab her and pull her in close.

She knew who it was without even opening her eyes. That only succeeded in making her feel worse.

Bekka lowered herself and Seras to the ground together.

Her lover sobbed violently without making a sound or even lashing out. Perhaps Bekka would have felt better if she had just fully let go like a normal person.

Bekka tried hard to get Seras to show her face, but she refused fervently every time. As if she wanted plausible deniability that this had ever happened.

Relenting, Bekka just let her lover cry into the crease of her neck. She spoke to her softly and ran her hand through her platinum-white hair as they sat alone in the grass.

Seras couldn’t tell Bekka how much she needed her at that moment. But she knew anyway.

And together, they sat alone for as long as she needed.

–

“…I didn’t cry, you know.”

They were the first words Seras had said after falling onto her back in silence. Bekka was relieved to hear her say something so normal for once.

She just barely managed to hide her smile. “Yes, I know, my love. My back is only wet from the rain.”

“Yes. Scattered showers. Horribly inconvenient.”

“Quite.”

She glanced at Seras out of the corner of her eye. She found her glancing right back at her.

A low laugh rumbled from both of their throats. Beautiful smiles spread along their lips.

Bekka rolled over first. She grabbed hold of Seras’ hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

She didn’t say anything, but she stared at Seras patiently with a faint smile on her lips. Her eyes sparkled like she was staring at the most beautiful thing in the world.

Seras couldn’t meet that gaze. Not right now anyway.

She turned away, or at least tried to.

When she turned her head in one direction, Bekka was there again, staring at her with the same level of admiration as before.

“…What are you doing?”

“Staring.”

“Don’t.”

“I want to.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“You said vows, I can do whatever I want with you.”

“I don’t know if that’s how that works at all…” Seras replied uncertainly.

Bekka just shrugged.

Seras gave up trying to look in different directions when Bekka appeared in every one of them without so much as a change in posture.

She may not have been pushy, but she was stubborn.

“…Our husband has posed the question that… maybe I do not have to be a deity of war.”

Bekka’s face didn’t even twitch.

Seras immediately knew what that meant. “You discussed it with him..?”

“We brought up the topic a few months ago, before we married Izanami. It was that night you got drunk at karaoke and insisted on doing a Michael Jackson cosplay to sing his son-“

“I-I recall the event perfectly, no need to remind me of it!”

“Yes, well, as he carried you home, the two of us started talking about it. Though I didn’t think he would ever bring it up to you, because he didn’t want to upset you.”

“W-Why would something like that upset me…?”

“Oh, I dunno.” Bekka stretched. “We both just kind of figured that maybe you would see it as him asking you to become some kind of harmless little housecat. You’re too proud of your power for that kind of thing to fly.”

“…” Seras sometimes felt like the people in her life knew her too much.

Bekka kept moving closer until she was nearly on top of Seras. This time, the goddess didn’t run away.

“So..?”

“So what?”

“So what do you think about what he said?”

Seras bit her lip again as her eyes became sad. “I think… it was a nice thought. And a very sweet one. But evidently, I am what I am. I cannot change my nature.”

She expected Bekka to chastise her for her negative outlook. Maybe even scold her for it or tell the others.

But instead of that, she smiled even wider, and gave her a soft and gentle kiss on the lips.

Seras was stunned, but not off put. Rather, the gentle peck was something her body and soul desperately needed.

When Bekka pulled away, she had already started pulling Seras to her feet.

“Come on. Theres somewhere I want to go.”

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