Cursed Union

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Alexander allowed her the space she needed, for it had slipped his mind for a moment that she was a mere wiccan and a person with a haunting past. He had touched her when she had required some distance to breathe, had grabbed her when she had seen a protector in him.

His rage, which was purely directed towards the mindless ladies, had instead hunted down Eliana's soul and had tried to burn it with its wild embers, had tried to turn all she was to ash.

Deep down, Alexander was well aware, that if he hadn't noticed the tears when he had, if he hadn't regained the control when he had, he would've killed it. He would've feasted on her until the blood in the deepest of the arteries had run dry and she would've fallen to the floor in pieces. Her head, her wrists, her ankles, they would all have been lying apart, assembling nothing less horrifying than a ritual made to please the devil himself.

Then again, he was the devil. His wings had been chopped off and he was cursed for eternity to do nothing but drain the lives of innocents, hypothetically, for in real life, he had been the one to make that choice. He had chosen to be the violent immortal being the gods had cursed him to be, in return having more time to find his sister, Avaluna.

While his curse was bloodthirst, Avaluna's remained unparalleled power; raw and inexhaustible, strong enough to give her the strength to be able to challenge a god. She was a goddess in being, blessed by seventeen deities to bear exceptional looks, irresistible charm, and magical powers that could crumble empires.

Their mother, Eiusi, was the goddess of virtues. A sworn celibate, she had birthed them both using forbidden magic, that had put a target on her back. They had been hunted their whole lives, until he was six and Avaluna, two. They had been caught, and while their mother's lifeforce was drained, they had used that power to make the two of them immortals, until Lobium had declared that Avaluna's role was to be played later and he had taken her away.

Alexander's curse had kicked in when he had turned twenty-one, and he had scoured the ends of the earth in search of his sister, but had found no trace. He had not been able to not enter heaven because of the devil he had been made into, yet he never failed to attempt all the possible ways, even as the stairs had burned him, the doorknob had pierced through his hand and darkness had tried and tried to consume him whole, and when he had realized he couldn't get to heaven, he had begun assembling forces to prepare for a war against the gods.

His efforts were all in vain as no fleet of ships, or unit of soldiers could as much as get past the threshold, much less attack. The gates of heaven had been forged with iron and silver and gold and every element that could ward off beasts.

He had spent centuries looking for his sister, and then, for a purpose, but had found none, until he heard of the birth of the second princess of Ganea, Eliana Keizer, and he suddenly knew who he was going to live for again, yet somewhere down the road, so many mistakes had been made, fate, that had brought them together, had torn them apart time and time again, this time in form of wrath.

There was nothing worse than a vampire's ire, especially when their mate was concerned, and he had mistakenly let his fury loose in front of her, knowing damn well that she hated aggressive grabs, hated how they reminded her of another time when he had failed to protect her.

When Eliana had only just arrived in Sleyisea, the Queen of that time, Estelle, had made sure that she felt comfortable in the kingdom. She was one of the few royals of Sleyisea who withheld some sort of compassion, and when Alexander had confessed to her that Eliana was his mate, she had taken it upon herself to treat her the way she deserved.

Estelle had her own designers create a gown fit for a goddess, quite literally so. Eliana had arrived with her own engagement gown made by the designers of Ganea, but it didn't hold a candle to the one Estelle had created.