The Devotion of The Sun

Chapter Ten

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'It feels weird, it's nice though,' the feeling gets stronger. At that moment the two of them feel a zap of sorts, a very pleasurable zap. "Ah," she makes a soft gasp of surprise. His face burns bright red, he stops the spell quickly.

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She gazes at him surprised, interested, excitedly. "Wait, cast it again," she liked it.

"I fear we might actually complete it if I keep casting it, i..." she's still holding his hand tight. "The spell... according to the spell we both have a very strong emotional connection,"

"What does that mean?"

"It means that we're close, we like each other quite a lot, and we have high compatibility," he rubs the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I really didn't expect that to happen," he apologizes, unaware of the effect of the softness of his voice has on her.

"It's alright milo, I liked it," she's still trying to convince him still. 'If we have high compatibility, then... I wonder what it would've felt like if we pressed against each other, not just holding hands... would it have connected properly...' "I want you to cast it again,"

"I can't do that, Lenore," he gently cups the side of her face with his hand, making her look into his eyes. "If I do that and it actually does complete, our souls will be connected, there's no way to undo it, you will be stuck beside me forever,"

"What if that's what I want?" she climbs onto his lap, his face is red.

"We'd be at each other's mercy," he gazes at her and he doesn't stop her from getting so close, "we'd have to do the things that lovers do together, we'd be akin to a married couple," however, she doesn't back down.

"What's so wrong about that?"

"There's nothing wrong, it's just that..." 'Lenore doesnt love me like that, it's too risky to bind myself and my soul to her when she doesnt love me, I don't think she understands it completely... If I do this spell, the only woman I'll ever be able to hold would be her... and the only man she could show affection to would be me...' "how about this, give me two weeks and i'll cast it again," he negotiates.

She nods quickly, a smile widening on her lips, "Will you properly connect it this time?"

He thinks about it for a moment, before he gives her a small smile. "It all depends on our relationship in the future, and there's also a lot to consider with the spell," he closes his book, "your the only woman i'd be able to hold, and I'm the only man you'd be able to give affection to,"

"But... isn't it already like that with us?" she points out, he realizes at that moment that she's in fact correct.

"I'll cast it in two weeks, and if we are lovers by then, I'll do it permanently," he says, giving in, she smiles widely. "Now then, it's getting late, let's get to bed," she gets off of him and he gets up, she holds his hand as he walks to their bedroom.

The two climb into bed together, he goes on the left side of the bed, while she goes on the right. "It's cold," she complains as she scoots closer to him, soon she's pressed against him, he smiles bringing an arm around his waist.

"Your skin feels so freezing," his void-like eyes gaze at her, his golden iris seems to float in the darkness. He looks at her hair, how long her jet black hair has gotten, then his eyes trail to her horns, and he can't help but to smile as he sees them. as he gazes at her their eyes lock.

"I like your eyes," she comments, "and your horns, and your wings, and your hair..." she lists. "I also like your voice, and I like it when your eyes are on me, I really like when you say my name,"

"I like you Lenore," he smiles, "you're very precious to me," her face burns bright red.

'Lilian is wrong, and I am right,' she smiles. "Your precious to me as well," her voice is soft and quiet, "goodnight milo," she leans in close, pressing her lips against his, it's a short kiss, but it's enough to make his mind blank again.

She nestles her head in his neck, closing her eyes, "good- good night, lenore," his whispers to her, even though he feels more awake than ever.

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"Damien doesn't belong with you," the voice of a woman she's never met before rings through her mind, a brunette woman appears before her. "he needs to be in town, where the priests can help him,"

"I won't let you take him," Lenore argues with the foggy illusion. "Milo belongs here with me, your kind would kill him,"

"Milo? His name is Damien, that's the name his parents gave him, how about this. Bring me to him so I can talk to him,"

The environment changes infront of her, the woman vanishes, instead Lenore's greeted with a horrifying sight. The thunder outside bangs loudly in the nightmare, milos drenched in blood, bright red blood. Panic fills her body.

She's motionless on the floor, her legs have lost their strength. She stares at him, tears roll down her face. His wings are as dark as ebony, while his hair has turned raven. He looks over his shoulder at her, and she notices the long vertical scar on his face. 'There's so much blood,' her body trembles and shakes. . .

She wakes up from the nightmare. 'Milos hurt,' thick tears roll down her face, her throat feels dry, she slowly sits up. It's raining outside, she thinks about what she should do for a moment... 'I'm scared to go alone in the dark... I'm scared to leave his side...'

"... Lenore...?" She hears him say her name softly. "What's wrong?" He sits up.

"I had another nightmare, and I'm... I'm thirsty, but it's raining outside and I'm scared to go into the kitchen alone," she sniffles, tears still rolling down her face.

"If you'd like I can go with you," he offers, he gently wipes her tears away as she nods softly. He gets out of bed and she follows. She's clinging to his arm tight as they walk out into the kitchen together.