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He was her light.
She lived to be killed. Then somehow, she lived to kill.
She was #008 first before she was Verdell. And she has no idea which one is the real her since the line had long ago been blurred.
Blood. Death. Joy. Pleasure.
Her world spun around those four words and she smiled and killed and tortured and maimed- untill her #008 met his #015.
He was like her. Alive only to be killed but instead, he stayed that way.
They told her he was too strong. Or his will is rather.
She was strong too but she has no will.
And people do love soulless puppets.
So they gave him to her.
Do what you always do. They said.
But then her eyes met his.
She never knew what the sky looks like. Having read a brief description of it on the books she had gathered to quench her thirst for knowledge.
But she's sure she's already looking at the sky. Trapped in twin orbs looking at her with so much strength and will that made her breathless.
So she spared him.
And in return, he told her about the outside world.
Then her red blood world exploded in colors.
Green. He told her that the outside world was littered with green. A different green from her acid eyes and bile hair, a shade of green that symbolizes life unlike hers which symbolizes death.
Red. The color of blooming flowers and the canvas of sky when the sun sets and the heat of its hue when a family huddles around a fire, unlike the red that has been spilt all over the concrete walls.
Purple. The royalty of the colors, woven in rich silk and symbolizing wealth. Unlike the purple flowers that bloom on pale skin when she struck too hard against weak flesh.
Blue. The whole expanse of the sky. The neverending shade that swallows the world with light and the epitome of tomorrow-in which she was right, for his eyes made her feel like that.
And then she kept on drowning and drowning with his voice lulling her and erasing #008 a little bit more until Verdell began showing up brighter.
He gave breath to her name so she gave him his.
The one who taught the serpent to fly even with his clipped wings.
A brief look at Verdell and Nigel's relationship.