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TAGS: Enemies to lovers, gay romance, vampire, magic, sorcerer, war
BLURB: For centuries, the sorcerer Milo tried to run from his old coven and the creatures that were waiting for him there. The memories of pain kept him focused on his disguises, and when he finally thought he was safe, the possibility of war summoned him back to defend the clan he so avidly avoided.
The perspective of a battle wasn't as scary as his creator - Damien. The vampire condemned him to that eternity of fear, with no memory of his human life, and Milo never understood his motives. Why was Damien so possessive over him if he despised him that much?
But there was no option - other than to stop running and perhaps understand what started all that fighting.
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EXCERPT
TW: Religious trauma/homophobia.
"The priest said something I always knew, deep inside, but I had so much hope it wouldn't be true". - He tried to contain himself, holding Damien as if he was hanging for dear life. - "It doesn't matter if I try to do everything right. If I never laid with you, if I do everything else by the book. Just the fact I feel the way I do about you is enough that I'll never be in Heaven. I'll never get to see my family again after they die, I never..." - He choked on his own words, then took a deep breath. - "I'm just a degenerated pervert and I'm so delusional I cannot see myself that way. And now I'm so afraid God will take everything good I have in my life because I'll never be worth it".
Damien was startled by that in the same proportions he was filled with rage at the priest. He held Milo so close to his body, caressing his back while he tried to think about something to say. He then came closer and cupped Milo's face on his hands, touched their foreheads and said in the softest tone the younger man had ever heard.
"Mi, Heaven isn't fit to house a love like you and I. People like us have to create our own Heaven here on Earth, and you are mine. Let me be yours".
