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[h2]Shuten Douji, Shinto Town
-Falling Deeply in Love-[/h2][/center]
That smile spread with his words, almost eerily so, and her heart felt like it would explode in her chest. She hadn't felt this kind of joy in a thousand years, not since she had last crossed path with the golden boy. Was she just projecting her other feelings onto him or was this infatuation genuine? For her it was impossible to say, but it didn't matter either. This was too perfect, it really was too perfect. To hold and to to be held by someone fearless even in the face of demons, to touch and to be touched by someone with the strength of a god. This was what made the heart of even a demon stir!

...But that was just it. While it would be nice to have been a normal girl, Shuten Douji was not a normal girl. 

There was love there, that should not be questioned, but it was not a love that could be understood by anyone but a demon. 

There was passion there, that should not be questioned, but it was the kind of passion that consumes things like a fire. 

There was happiness there, that should not be questioned, but it was the smile of a demon.

Her fingers tightened and a deathly cold spread from her touch to his, like a frigid leech instantly robbing his body of motion. No, not like that, that was exactly what it was. Her hand was a microcosm of heat in an increasingly cold world as she sucked away his life. She was eating him alive, [b]plundering[/b] his vital essence... But it was not his vital essence that her heart desired. 

The clatter of her dropped drinking vessel echoed through the air as a crimson flower bloomed around the hand that carried it not even a second before... A hand now sticking clean through Archer and out of his back as it gripped his now displaced spinal column. 

She smiled up at him still, but the look in her eyes was profoundly sad, as if this part of her was something she regretted. "[color=a187be]I'm sorry sweetheart, I just can't help myself... but I really did love you.[/color]" As he collapsed, an unavoidable effect of no longer having a spine, she pulled him forward by the hand and leaned in for the kiss.

(I took some pretty big dramatic liberties with the attack for aesthetics sake, if you can wriggle free half of this post will probably be disregarded.)
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