I relax in a comfy chair as the woman across from me files my nails.

"Are we going with black again?" she asks without looking up.

"No. What's that color everyone is fawning over? Bubble Bath?"

This catches her attention. She taps the file against the table, getting rid of the dust, before setting it down. She glances up and arches a brow. "Bubble Bath? You want...pink." It's not a question.

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"When you've only been wearing black nails for the past three months, it rises suspicion. What's going on Reeves?"

I sigh. "Anna, you're too smart. But to be completely honest, I simply just want a change of pace. Considering there won't be a tomorrow."

Anna's face slackens. She grips my hands tight. I would say it was painful, but I've felt worse.

"Do not say such things. You're needed here, you--"

"God, Anna, I'm not committing suicide!" I hiss so the other nail technicians and customers can't hear. "I simply mean that tomorrow won't come, so why should I go with the normal? Might as well live up our last day."

She just stares at me wide mouthed. I roll my eyes. "Do you have someone after me?" She shakes her head. "Good, because this is going to be long."

"Okay..."

"It all started centuries, more eons, ago. I was tasked with a simple mission. Destroy Earth. So, I picked a random month, day, and year. Just so happens to be tomorrow."

"That wasn't very long of a story."

"That's all you have to say?" I huff. "I just told you that I'm detonating Earth tomorrow and your response was in relation to the length of what I told you?!"

"You said it was going to take a while."

I roll my eyes. "So I exaggerated. The point is that no one is going to exist tomorrow, and you're acting completely fine with it."

Anna readjusts her glasses and sits back in her seat. "Obviously you need to see a therapist if you're having this much of a god complex. As a woman working in a nail salon, I usually love gossip, but this is too much. I'm sorry Reeves, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." She picks up the file and uses it to point to the door.

My eyes simmer with rage. And I mean actually simmer. Anna scoots back as soon as she notices, fear present on her face. I push myself out of my seat, my hands placed on the desk.

"All I wanted was to get my nails done," I say cooly. This frightens her further. "Is it too much for a demon to ask to get her nails done?"

Anna swallows. I smile cruelly.

Metal clangs as swords clash. Blood flies and eventually dries as men and women are laid to rest with a single stroke across the throat. But through all the war and bloodshed, time seems to still as their eyes meet.

They easily walk across the battlefield as if the fighting parts for them. They stand a hair’s breadth from each other, gazes locked.

“Stand down,” Queen Lydia says lowly, but loud enough for the other queen to hear over the war. “Stand down and I’ll consider forgiving you.”

“Please,” Queen Mira retorts, “we both know you made your decision. Your perception of me will not change whether or not I tell my men to lay their weapons down.”

“You’re right, it won’t. But I’m giving you an option.”

“Yes, just like you gave me an option last night.”

“You said you loved me,” Queen Lydia hisses.

“I did. I do.”

“Then why challenge my crown?”

Queen Mira steps impossibly closer. She leans in, her lips hovering over Lydia’s ear. “I am doing this for us.”

“Forcing innocents to die, when you could’ve easily told me before our…activities, last night?” Queen Lydia huffs. “You have a cruel way of showing your love.”

“No one would ever accept us. If I conquer your kingdom and take you as prisoner—“

“Enough. What you’re doing is wrong. My people would’ve accepted us if I told them to. I will not let you conquer my kingdom for what you believe to be love.”

Queen Mira’s eyes fill with rage as she watches pure steel emerges from Queen Lydia’s sheath. “So this is how it’ll go?” She questions, a coldness in her voice.

As a response, Queen Lydia let’s out a bloodcurdling scream and charges. Queen Mira draws her own sword just in time for her enemy’s attack.

“Let the battle begin.”