3Kadikawa brushed the stray hairs from her eyes. He held her wrists together, keeping her as close as possible to him, as he kissed her softly. She tried to wrench herself from his grasp. The faint scent of jasmine crept through her senses, washing free the urge of freedom.
He smiled as her hazel eyes clouded over slightly, her struggling lessened and she fell into his grasp. His lips met hers, and they trembled beneath them. A gasp emanated from within her as a sharp pain twisted around her arms, like a serpent.
The tendrils of poison enclosed around her, pulling her even closer to Kadikawa. The energy contained within the poison made her tremble, consuming her senses in a specter of blackness and pain. She felt his lips make contact with her own once again, his tongue entering her mouth as the thoughts of resistance were wiped from her psyche.
His hands let free their grips on her wrists and held her in place at her hips. The tendrils of poison bound her wrists and creeped down her chest, seeping into her robes. She moaned as the energy leaked through her pores, infecting her system. The purple waves of infection twisted around her hips, snaking out down her legs, and rooting themselves into the black marble floor.
The tendrils wrapped around her neck and squeezed. Her lungs contracted and released as the tendrils stopped. Their owner's face broke into a smirk and kissed her violet tinged face.
She was going to die...His green-flecked eyes made sure to tell her this. She was going to be cast into the pits of Hell. Left to rot and feel the lick of the hot fury upon her damned soul. The tendrils released the poison into her pores; it seeped into her blood stream and made her flinch.
Kadikawa kissed her again. Soft and meaningful kisses. He knew she was going to die... He knew this was her end; he, for once, brought this upon her. Yet why did he love her...? Why did she feel the slightest pang of love as his calculating violet eyes fell upon her dying body?
The poison wrapped its grip around her heart, strangling it into submission. Black blood poured from her pores. It streamed out, pooling on the marble beneath her. Pain racked her every nerve, swallowing her conscious mind in excruciating drunkenness.
Kadikawa merely stood as the blood consumed her body, drowning the tendrils in the poison once from their being. This wasn't death as she thought it was. This was rebirth; the cleansing of ones soul. The river of impurity slowly grew less as immaculate blood began building up within her. The black blood finally was but little drops against her pale skin and the binding tendrils.
The beauty of purity was unmatched. Aphrodite herself was nothing compared to purity and innocence. The tendrils dissolved, untwisting themselves from her body. Kadikawa held his new queen in his arms. Unlike that of those before her, her body retained its original form. Her lungs took in unsure breaths; her eyes flickered and shut as the bliss of sleep over took her.
"Pain and beauty are not always thought of walking hand -in-hand," He whispered. "But I have proof of the contrary."