He held her close with one arm. The other wielding a scythe. The crescent blade dug into her back just under her ribcage and above her stomach. The kiss now broken, she coughed more blood onto Desilude's shoulder. He held her tighter until her lower half dropped, completely separate from her upper torso. He shoved his shadow-like claws into her upper body and threw it aside, revealing his hurt and furious expression to his real enemy, his wings flung open and his lovers blood rose eerily around him.