Dominion

Assimilate

---***Rosé's POV:

His grip was tight. His kiss is forceful and vigorous. But even so, I let him kiss me. I let him, hold me tightly. Despite my lips were trembling, I tried to return the kiss, responding as best as I could. Even if I think I was sloppy, I kiss him all the same.

I could taste the blood in his mouth, the metallic sweetness that lingered while his tongue explores in. I could also smell its scent on his skin.

It pains me to think that he has killed someone because of his thirst for me. He suffered because of his thirst for my blood. 

It was all because of me.

But, soon... the pain was replaced by distress.

I began to feel terrified to lose him, that he'll soon leave me. I don't know how he found out about who I was. Nevertheless, all I have to blame is myself.

If I had just told him the soonest, he wouldn't feel betrayed, he wouldn't think I lied.

But it's too late now.

All I can do is apologize, plead and pray that he'll forgive me.

He pulled the towel off then pushed me to bed. My cheeks, still wet from tears didn't have the chance to dry as I continued to cry. However, those ever so lovely crimson orbs stare down on me blankly. Those once were full of longing, craving and need not be spoken; his eyes were full of love. Those were now gone. It's like he's lifeless, it seemed like an abyss. It didn't show any emotion at all and it pains me a lot.

"Jacob..." I whimpered, calling out his name while he takes off his blood-stained shirt then unbuckle his belt.

"Forgive me, please." I pleaded softly but it seemed like he doesn't hear me at all. He proceeded to take off his pants then straddled on top of me.

"I'm sorry..." I whimpered again, reaching for his cheek and caress it softly with my thumbs.

"Sorry won't fix anything now." He muttered nonchalantly before burying his face on the crook of my neck and starts licking, then sucking on to my skin.

My hand spontaneously run on his nape while the other softly caresses his arm.

"Are you going to leave me?" I dared to ask.

In my head, I was praying and begging that he would say no... Though I knew better.

He did not respond but instead, he traces wet kisses above my chest. The moistness of his lips grazes vigorously above the brand he left. Then, he caught my n****e and started sucking on it while his tongue teases its tip.

His hands run on my sides then slithered beneath me as he starts groping the mounds of flesh beneath my hip.

Everything his hands touches feels warm. His touch is different from how he delicately touches me before. But even beyond how being painful he touches me, I'd still want it all over me. His hand then slides on my left leg and lifted it slightly, signaling me to open my legs for him which I did.

My melancholic emotion does not prevent the rushing feeling of arousal. I started heaving and moaning, even if my tears hadn't stopped.

A few hours passed and he had me countless times. Within those moments, I actually forgot about the issue at hand... but my head was full of him.

Just him and nothing else.

All that time, I knew I had said I love him. Countless times I've whispered those words. But he remained unbothered by it.

However, just as everything has its end, reality bites as his fangs plunged in the flesh of my neck. I could feel it flow out through, draining me of life. My heart slowly throbs and I feel my consciousness is soon going to leave my body. But at the brink of death, he stopped. 

He let me live once again.

--

The sun rays finally peeked at my window after what seemed like 30 years of darkness and desolation inside my room.

I lied on the side of my bed not moving an inch. I felt really weak. Even lifting a finger would take all the energy left in my body, if there's anything left.

The loud knocking continues at my door while Thomas calls worriedly. A few moments later, clinking sounds of the keys jingle behind the door before it swung open.

"Young miss!" he gasped as he hastened towards the bed and immediately checked how I am. Rough, calloused hand grazed my cheeks, his eyes were full of worry over my pale form. However, my gaze was locked at the window, where I last saw him standing. 

My eyes never left it.

"Call our doctor, quickly." He calmly commanded and Nami hastens out the room.

He then gently pushes the hair that covered my face and his eyes shoot wide open upon seeing the fang marks surrounded by a large bruise on the left side of my neck.

"What happened young miss?" He asked, muttering softly and pity was too evident in his eyes.

I didn't know when my tears have stopped but I felt it fall again upon hearing his question.

It came back to me... the last words he said.

"Just so you know, yesterday night, while you were sleeping, I told you the words you've been meaning to hear. But then, everything's got to be ruined, isn't it? It's like I'm not meant for this kind of stuff. I'm not suited for it." He pauses for a while before walking towards the window.

He pushed then curtain slightly and the light from the full moon outside shown down to the window.

My eyes were still full of tears but it didn't prevent me from seeing how beautiful he looked at that moment; the side profile of his face that's lighted perfectly, his chiseled body that's beautifully outlined and illuminated by the moon.

"Even if I didn't admit it to myself, I knew I craved for love because I was left broken. I needed someone to fix me. And then I found you. I thought you'll be able to mend me. That's why I decided to just go with it and even tried to change, maybe it's you who could really change me but then, you're the one who shattered me completely.

I'll be able to get rid of these cheap sentiments soon but I have to tell you before it's gone completely, you have to know how I'm suffering... as much as you are right now.

The weakness you feel on your body is nothing compared to how weak and pathetic you've made me feel. At least, for you, you're just hurting physically." He paused briefly before he uttered,

"The next time you see me, you'll no longer recognize the Jacob you said you loved just like the Rosé I don't recognize because you've been Raziel all along..." He then trails off before looking by his shoulder with a grieving expression.

"I love you Rosé. Remember that... I loved you."

I closed my eyes, trying to hold back my tears.

He said he loves me but he then leaves me.

Why can't he believe me?

If I could only show him my heart, I will open it up for him. But he left...

He didn't even give me a chance.

I was dressed by Nami before they let the doctor in my room. He said I had lost a lot of blood. He was curious as to how it happened since he didn't see any visible wound that would cause blood loss.

After a blood transfusion and resting for two days, I still don't have the energy... I just don't wanna move.

My mind went blank and simply stare at the window again.

After being alone, Thomas entered with an overbed table and brought lunch. As soon as he laid eyes on me, he smiled softly.

Then, Gabriel comes in.

Thomas sat on the bed and place the table over my lap. I was already sitting down; back against the headboard and hands on my lap.

Gabriel stood by the foot of the bed, just looking at me with a pained expression.

"How are you feeling now young miss?" Thomas asked.

"Not any better," I answered with a voice hoarse and raspy.

"May I ask what happened between the two of you?"

"He found out that I was a fallen. Then, he left." I answered nonchalantly. Gabriel then bowed his head and sighed.

"Is that so... Young miss, you should now, Jacob also took the boy with him."

"He told me he would," I replied. I knew I'm doomed, but more than that, I feel the weight of his absence more than my future in hell. 

"Then, about your mission-"

"It's not a problem." Gabriel interrupted before looking at Thomas. My gaze quickly turns to him since he caught my attention.

"The boy in the prophecy is not William." He added.

"What do you mean he's not? You're the one who told me he's the one. We both saw the marks on his back." I then interrupted.

"Michael and I were mistaken."

"But the church... they wanted to assassinate him. Were they mistaken too?"

"Apparently... All the signs lead to him. But that was merely a diversion."

"William went through all that because all of us were mistaken?" My breath hitched and my throat tightens once again. A boy's life was ruined because he was merely a diversion? 

He's too young... his parents were assassinated in front of him. He's traumatized and suffered so much because he's the said son of the devil and he'll bring apocalypse... and all this time we're mistaken?

"Rosé... the boy is pure... and I know you noticed that too," Gabriel argues calmly.

"Even so... he still suffered... a lot."

"And it's very unfortunate..." he muttered nonchalantly, looking down.

"Your lack of sympathy for someone you said is pure is appalling. Don't you feel anything?" I asked, brows furrowing.

"You haven't got the slightest clue on how I feel Rosé."

We stared at each other briefly before I look away, back at the window.

He then began explaining everything that Michael had told him. That William was a decoy and Lucifer's son is still out there.

But what surprises me the most is that who we're really looking for also bears the same mark as William and I know only one person...

I know who he is.

I kept it from Gabriel just like how he kept the information about the boy. He doesn't need to say it but I know they didn't trust me because I'm with Jacob, because they know I'm in love with the enemy.

But all along, he's the one we've been looking for. Jacob said it's just the two of them that were marked by Lucifer. He's already in front of our eyes and we didn't see it.

Then, I remembered my dream; Father said I'm in the right path... then, his story about his past; the unfulfilled ritual.

He was a boy long ago and only half of his mundane body died back then.

It is why he's a half mundane and half-demon. The real devil was trapped inside of him because of the unfulfilled ritual.

Does his soul still remain as a boy?

Now I believed that the goodness that slept inside of him was awakened when he fell in love with me.

His not soulless.

All along, I was loving the boy in the prophecy.

All along, it was Jacob.