Necromancer Kiss
By: Bleached Roses

Note: His heart was dead, I wasn't able to revive it.

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Till death do we part were empty words:
empty of m e a n i n g
empty of life
&& empty of feeling

Many call it a curse, but she respects its blessing -- a supernatural sight to phantoms invisible to mortal eyes. Dead to the world was he :: a ghost without a purpose, a corpse without a name. Divided by spectrums, but united by pain - they transended dimensions for a romance they could never have.

Under starlit skies, promise rings rusted&cresent moons bled - a night rotten to the core. Even demons bowed before their crime, though gods fought to tear them down. Bloodstained hands hold onto one another&their voices rejoiced in blasphemy. Heaven promised to chastise the sin&Hell swore to swallow them whole. Together they would stand, together they would die :: or so she believed until the inevitable occurred.

She could not breathe life into the dead, kindle flames from old ashes. Seeing was not believing in this game of love - lies disguise themselves, even in sunlight. She could touch his corroding skin, so frozen&pale, stroke his scars&heal his wounds - but she could never revive his soul. Her kiss was not enough. Her kiss was not the Necromancer's.

Life&Death are not her game.