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

chapter 4 :- The bond

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Evelyn awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through her window, her mind still reeling from the events of the previous night. She lay in bed, replaying the encounter with Azrael over and over in her head. The way he had protected her, the fierce passion in his kiss—it all felt like a dream, too intense and surreal to be real. But the lingering ache in her heart told her it was all too real.

With a sigh, she rose and got dressed, determined to face the day. As she left her apartment, a sense of unease settled over her. The city seemed different, as if the shadows had deepened and the air had grown heavier. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched.

Evelyn made her way to her favorite coffee shop, hoping a hot drink would help clear her mind. As she stepped inside, the familiar scent of coffee and pastries wrapped around her like a comforting blanket. She ordered her usual and found a quiet corner to sit and gather her thoughts.

As she sipped her coffee, her mind drifted back to Azrael. She couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him, despite the danger he represented. There was something about him that called to her, a darkness that mirrored her own inner turmoil. She knew she was treading on dangerous ground, but she couldn't bring herself to walk away.

Lost in thought, she didn't notice the figure approaching her until he was right beside her. She looked up, startled, to see Azrael standing there, his eyes intense and unreadable.

"May I join you?" he asked, his voice soft but commanding.

Evelyn nodded, her heart racing. "Of course."

Azrael sat down, his gaze never leaving hers. "I couldn't stay away," he admitted, his voice low. "I had to make sure you were safe."

Evelyn felt a surge of warmth at his words. "Thank you," she said quietly. "But I can't live in fear, Azrael. I need to understand what's happening."

He sighed, a look of torment crossing his face. "You deserve the truth," he said. "But it's a dark and dangerous truth, one that could change everything."

"Tell me," Evelyn insisted, leaning forward. "I need to know."

Azrael hesitated, then nodded. "Very well," he said. "But know this—once you hear it, there's no turning back."

Evelyn's heart pounded in her chest. "I understand," she said. "Tell me."

Azrael took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto hers. "I am a demon, cursed to walk this earth for two centuries," he began. "I have seen and done things that would make most humans shudder. My existence is one of darkness and despair, feeding off the fear and pain of others."

He paused, his gaze searching her face for any sign of fear or revulsion. But Evelyn remained steady, her eyes filled with determination.

"There are others like me," he continued. "Demons who thrive on chaos and destruction. We are bound by ancient laws and rivalries, constantly vying for power and control. My presence here has not gone unnoticed, and there are those who would use you to get to me."

Evelyn's breath caught in her throat. "Why me?" she asked.

Azrael's eyes softened. "Because you are different," he said. "From the moment I saw you, I knew you were special. There is a light within you, a strength that draws me to you. And that makes you a target."

Evelyn felt a surge of fear, but also a fierce resolve. "Then we need to fight back," she said. "We can't let them win."

Azrael's expression hardened. "You don't know what you're saying," he warned. "The forces we face are powerful and relentless. They will stop at nothing to destroy us."