Blasphemous Soul: Prologue
They were in the middle of the floor in the demolished room, furniture thrown around and curtains drawn to block out the setting sun. Her arms were around his neck as though she were clinging for dear life, the limbs shaking violently as she stared in something like terror into thin air. Envy, looking mildly irked but tolerant, took a stone from the small bag he had, holding it in front of her lips. Blasphemy… Dark blue hair fell into her face in delicate waves, dilated eyes burgundy-blue. She didn’t respond to the stone, breaths ragged still and eyes fixated. Envy smiled slightly, pressing the red stone between her lips with his fingers and closing them gently, making sure she wouldn’t spit it out. One bite, another, until she finally chewed and swallowed it entirely, eyes darkening in hue as she looked toward the bag. Addiction, manipulation, the most powerful way to control someone… Envy laughed, placing yet another stone between the deathly pale lips. Betrayal wasn’t an option when only a day without a fix left the addict like this, begging for either more or death. One by one, the girl consumed the stones, soon leaning against Envy like a rag doll, exhausted from her outburst. Envy watched bemusedly as she licked his empty fingers for an imagined lingering taste of the addictive, running the barest tips of the digits over her lips, down her neck. He lightly traced the mark on her throat before picking the girl up, limp body sinking into his arms as he carried her to the bed. As he lay down beside her, pulling the sheets up over her so she wouldn’t chill, the girl curled up against him, blankets held up to cover most of her face save her eyes. Envy closed his eyes, not intending to sleep, instead stroking her hair gently until her breathing evened out and her eyes closed. “Blasphemy-“ He muttered with something close to spite, knowing if he left she would be up again before he could get out the door. She sighed softly in her sleep, almost in response to hearing her name. Envy smiled a bit wryly, not realizing that he himself was drifting to sleep. It was strange, how only a few months could change things so drastically. He could remember that day he had found Blasphemy, or as she was called then, Julia…