"𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒!" || (y/n), the Lust devil, finds herself trapped in the wrong book by Eclise, the God of words.
Seeking revenge, she decides to ruin the moralities of the characters in the book, Lumièra...
“God has no part in your life.” She replied. "But the devil does."
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Zephyr Thorvaldsen;;
""In a world of opulence and riches, where love is an unattainable luxury, I find myself drawn to her, a devil with an irresistible allure. Her immorality and unapologetic nature intrigue me, sparking a curiosity that ignites a flame within my soul. Lust, it seems, is the only currency I can afford.""
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The night air was tinged with anticipation as Luna adorned herself in a flowing white dress, accentuating her delicate features and the subtle hues of her dark black hair with touches of purple. Her eyes, filled with a newfound adoration, traced the contours of (y/n)'s figure, adorned in a captivating red dress that clung to her curves like a lover's caress. There was an undeniable allure that emanated from both women, a magnetic pull that seemed to defy the very laws of gravity.
As the limousine pulled up to the elegant entrance, Luna's heart skipped a beat. Arthur Eclot, a man of striking handsomeness with his blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, stepped out of the vehicle with the grace of a refined gentleman. His charming demeanor and undeniable charisma were evident as he extended a hand to assist (y/n) out of the car, his eyes locked onto hers with a smoldering intensity.
Luna's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a flicker of rivalry coursing through her veins. She was aware of the undeniable connection between (y/n) and Arthur, a connection that seemed to transcend mere friendship. Yet, she couldn't deny the magnetic pull she felt towards (y/n), an inexplicable bond that had woven its way into her very soul.
Inside the venue, the air was heavy with anticipation, a symphony of clinking glasses and murmured conversations filling the grand hall. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow upon the attendees, illuminating their carefully crafted facades of opulence and desire.
