Those primordial gates were to be pried with the first kiss of that sinful night.

"Are you certain that it hasn't already?"

That hand in her own, she felt ease that no sin could drive away. Ryofu was all that she ought to be, all that any other could aspire toward. In ugliness was there beauty, and Akira took that hand knowing of Ryofu's scorned path. >

not confirm it."

Heaven? Hell? They didn't matter. Both had become one dancing Purgatory, dictated by the Viridian Empress taking a step closer.

Sealing the night was nothing else but the promise sealed by their kiss.

through the rhythm of the woman that had liberated her from her secret inhibitions, reminding her the dark star looming over her held no light in her life, not in the way Akira did. It soothed her from the past pain so easy to forget in the luminous presence of a Midnight Rider.

"But you better—

That question left her speechless, but through her smug countenance, brief consideration was something that'd not be noticed easily. "I almost am." Beneath her playful voice, there'd been sincerity– her knight wouldn't fall behind, would she?

No, she never would.

Gentle steps carried her—

maiden than someone damningly well-acquainted with the sins of flesh. Like this, she could hold on to Akira's shoulder again. "And I don't want that to happen to you."

spun and spun her reality away, until it found a new shape she could appreciate– that of the Black Knight that received the hold of her delicate, yet lethal, hand.

"My tears? They'd make you /so/ sad, you could go insane. 💚" The Jade Queen then got closer with the innocence sooner fitting a—

to a tale as old as time, to the ever-looming doom that came with being a victim of the secret illness she refused to speak of.

If, in Akira's eyes, she could remain as those three pillars of grace, brutality and determination, then that was all she needed to keep smiling through her curses. She—

"Hm~. I know it wouldn't." Her singsongy voice came in the form of a tease, almost as if Ryofu had committed the sin of not believing that serious honesty, but both knew that would never be the case; Kazama Akira was that, a disruptor that brought color and shine to the dull life once strictly tied—

she was sure Akira would never do that, it didn't change the annoying unsureness forged by past distrust.

allowing their moment to become a slowed dance. "It might be." She stretched their laced hands and led a twirl with them– this was as if they were bound to a ballroom and not her ample home's garden. "Fear that you may let me down." How many had betrayed her already? Ryofu lost count and, even if—

such as she, Ryofu moved and stretched when dictated by the dance of the Reaper Knight, until once more, and after a spin of her body under their joined hands, she met the dependable chest of her 'boyfriend' with her bust.

Poison claimed the skull by pressing her hand to a firm shoulder,—

Every moment with Akira was a surprise.

To think she, a warrior regarded as a whore by those who knew of her deviance, could become a chaste princess in the arms of the tigress... it was sacrilegious, yet strangely welcomed. Led by the only person capable of controlling a viridian thunderbolt—

pressed behind the short strands of her favored tigress, just as her thigh rose and pressed to Akira's side, inviting the sensual dance.

And that tug came with carefulness applied to finally give freedom to the face she found to be her sanctuary. Now with her back bent, that arm fell to her side and let the helmet rest on the floor, letting the one-eyed skull observe the two. "Only if its carrier disappointed me." Hand free, it—

"I will gladly become the sin!"

We shall see. ♡