Angel!Lithuania x Demon!Reader: Part 1

Sit down, my lovely guest, and let me tell you the tale of:

            T  H  E
M  O  S  T         E  X
cellent and lamentable
   Tragedie, of Toris
        and _____

Devour the story with eager ears, but know, it is tragic. (And contains light swearing, gore, and violence).

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He was sweet and innocent. His shock of light brown hair glistened in the sun shining down on the two of you through the rain in beams. His green eyes were pure and gleaming, as well as full of determination. He was perfect, and you hated him for it.

You barred your teeth in a snarl, coming at the man repeatedly. He would not back down. He countered each attack you made, never receiving a scratch. Your swords clashed together, slippery with raindrops, but never faltering in your grasps. Each time you came at him, fury in your heart, he was able to take you, and make a few attacks of his own. It only made you angrier.

Finally! You sword ripped through the cloth covering his shirt, and his emerald eyes widened in pain and fear. No, it wasn't fear, you realized a moment after your blade tasted blood. It was anger. And the look he gave you chilled your very core.

His white feathered wings extended to their fullest extent and seemed to reach for the heavens. In the dying light of day, he began to glow in the downpour with godly power.

His name was Toris, and he was going to kill you.

Well, try anyway.

You stood, letting your anger consume you, making your body almost tremble with fury. Unsheathing your own pitch black, raven like wings, you prepared yourself for battle. Your black fingernails hardened and sharpened, and your (h/l) (h/c) hair whipped around in the coming storm.

This all unfolded in a matter of seconds, and before you knew it you were engaged in midair war. It was the endless war. Good and Evil fighting to the death. For one cannot exist without the other. The Evil in you started to prevail, which made your irises turn a deadly dark and bloody red. Fights like this could either last minutes, or years. Neither of you needed much, calling on higher powers to continue this eternal struggle.

But you could tell this wouldn't last very long. He was beginning to stumble, his emotions leaking into his swordplay as Toris failed time and time again to lay a single nick on your body. You could see the fury in his eyes, and bring about these emotions in an angel, it made you grin. Your bloody grin with fanged teeth. The Cheshire smile that only infuriated him more, making his moves utterly sloppy.

The smile that let you rip him open. His shirt now in tatters flew in pieces to the ground, and the blood came out of his bare chest. The second, deeper cut had made the wounds into an X. Toris gasped in pain. Through clenched teeth, clutching his chest he said, "Damn you..."

"Oh, honey!" your peals of laughter broke through the storm, at its climax thunder roared and lightning was all that illuminated your battle, and you leaned in close to whisper in his ear. He was right where you wanted him... and X marks the spot. "I'm already as damned as they come." you said flirtatiously, thrusting your black sword through his abdomen. He grew limp, and his wings stopped working, making one more half hearted go as he slid off your trusty weapon and onto the ground.

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