Infernal Hearts: Madness, Passionate and Extraordinary Love of a Demon

chapter 3:- The warning

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The city was alive with the hum of nightlife, a stark contrast to the eerie silence of the night before. Evelyn wandered through the bustling streets, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The encounter with Azrael had left an indelible mark on her, one she couldn’t easily shake off. There was something about him—something dark, dangerous, yet inexplicably alluring. She felt drawn to him in a way she couldn’t explain, a pull that defied all logic.

As she walked, she found herself heading towards the secluded park where she often sought refuge. The park was a hidden gem, a place where she could escape the chaos of the city and find a moment of peace. But tonight, as she entered the park, a sense of unease settled over her. The air was thick with tension, and the shadows seemed to move with a life of their own.

Evelyn made her way to her favorite spot, a bench under an old oak tree. She sat down, letting out a sigh as she tried to clear her mind. But her respite was short-lived. A rustling in the bushes caught her attention, and she turned, her heart racing. Out of the darkness, a figure emerged—tall, imposing, and all too familiar.

“Azrael,” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper.

He stepped into the light, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. “Evelyn,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “We need to talk.”

She stood up, a mixture of fear and defiance in her eyes. “What are you doing here?”

Azrael moved closer, his presence overwhelming. “I’ve come to warn you,” he said, his tone both dangerous and sweet. “You’re in danger, Evelyn.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. “Danger? From what?”

“From me,” he replied, his gaze locking onto hers. “And from those who seek to harm you because of me.”

Evelyn’s mind raced, her pulse quickening. “Why? Why would anyone want to harm me?”

Azrael’s expression darkened. “Because you’re important to me,” he said, his voice barely more than a growl. “And that makes you a target.”

Before she could respond, a sudden movement in the shadows caught her eye. She turned, but Azrael was already in motion. He grabbed her arm, pulling her close as he scanned the darkness with a predator’s intensity.

“Stay close,” he ordered, his voice a dangerous whisper.

Out of the shadows, three figures emerged, their eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. Azrael stepped forward, placing himself between Evelyn and the intruders. His posture was relaxed, but there was an unmistakable menace in his stance.

“Leave now,” he commanded, his voice cold and authoritative. “Or face the consequences.”

The leader of the group sneered, drawing a knife from his belt. “We’re not afraid of you, demon,” he spat. “We’ve come to take what’s ours.”

Azrael’s eyes blazed with fury. “You’ve made a grave mistake,” he said, his voice a deadly whisper.

In a blur of motion, Azrael lunged at the leader, disarming him with terrifying ease. The man barely had time to react before he was thrown to the ground, Azrael’s hand around his throat.

“Tell your master,” Azrael hissed, his voice dripping with menace, “that if he wants to challenge me, he can come himself.”

The man’s eyes widened in fear, and he nodded frantically. Azrael released him, and the three figures fled into the night, their footsteps echoing in the darkness.

Evelyn watched, her heart pounding, as Azrael turned back to her, his expression softening. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice gentler now.

She nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. “Who were they?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Servants of a rival demon,” Azrael replied, his gaze intense. “They were sent to test me—and to use you against me.”

Evelyn’s eyes widened in shock. “Why me?”

“Because you matter to me,” Azrael said quietly. “More than you know.”

The admission hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken emotions. Evelyn felt a strange mixture of fear and exhilaration. She should be terrified, but instead, she felt a deep, inexplicable connection to Azrael.

“I don’t understand,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Azrael took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. “Neither do I,” he admitted. “But I do know this—you’re in danger as long as you’re near me. And yet, I can’t seem to stay away from you.”

Evelyn’s heart ached at his words. “Then stay,” she said softly. “I’m not afraid.”

Azrael’s eyes darkened, a flicker of something dangerous and sweet. “You should be,” he said, his voice a velvet whisper. “I’m not a good man, Evelyn. I’m a demon. I bring nothing but pain and darkness.”

“And yet, here you are, protecting me,” she replied, her voice steady. “Maybe there’s more to you than you think.”

He looked at her, a mixture of longing and torment in his eyes. “You don’t understand the danger you’re in,” he said, his voice rough. “Being close to me could destroy you.”

“Maybe,” Evelyn said, stepping closer. “Or maybe it could save you.”

Azrael’s breath caught in his throat. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. The touch was electric, sending a shiver through her. “You’re playing with fire, Evelyn,” he warned, his voice a dangerous whisper.

“Then let it burn,” she whispered back, her eyes locked onto his.

For a moment, they stood there, the world around them fading into nothingness. Then, with a suddenness that took her breath away, Azrael pulled her into his arms, his lips crashing down on hers. The kiss was fierce, passionate, a clash of fire and ice. Evelyn felt herself melting into him, consumed by the intensity of their connection.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their hearts pounding in unison. Azrael’s eyes blazed with a mixture of desire and fear. “This changes everything,” he said, his voice a husky whisper.

Evelyn nodded, her own emotions a whirlwind. “Yes,” she agreed. “It does.”

Azrael’s expression hardened, a steely resolve in his eyes. “Then we’ll face it together,” he said. “But know this, Evelyn—I will do whatever it takes to protect you. No matter the cost.”

Evelyn’s heart swelled at his words. “And I’ll stand by you, no matter what,” she promised.

With that, Azrael took her hand, leading her out of the park and into the uncertain night. Their journey was just beginning, a path fraught with danger, passion, and the promise of extraordinary love. As they disappeared into the shadows, two souls bound by fate, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united by a bond that transcended the boundaries of light and darkness.

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