┊⤷❛ 欲望の端 ☣ ❜ ┊
❝¡! sɪx sɪɴs + ʟᴏʀᴅ × ғᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ !¡❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Lyra after dying by her obsessive ex-boyfriend, sent to Hell and became the part of Seven Sins.
❛ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 ━ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨...
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LYRA’S STEPS ECHOED through the dark hallways of Lucian’s palace.
The air was thick with the scent of burning embers, and every breath she took felt heavy, as though the very atmosphere of Hell weighed down on her.
She had spent days navigating the twisted dynamics of the Sins, each one pulling her deeper into their web of desires and ambitions.
But something felt different now— something darker, more dangerous.
Lea’s words from their last encounter had left an imprint on her mind.
Gulltony’s voracious appetite for her attention was not merely one of admiration but something far more insidious.
Every Sin had their own motives, their own reasons for being drawn to her, and Lyra had begun to feel the strings pulling at her from all directions.
But it wasn’t just the Sins.
Lucian, the Lord of Hell, had been watching her, observing her every move from the shadows.
She could feel his gaze on her, even when she wasn’t in his presence.
His interest was more than just a passing fascination— it was the kind of attention that could break her if she wasn’t careful.
As Lyra approached the throne room, she found herself growing more uneasy.
She hadn’t seen Lucian since the conclusion of their last encounter, and now, summoned by him again, she didn’t know what to expect.
His summons were never without purpose, and the tension building inside her only confirmed that this meeting would be more than just a mere conversation.
The grand doors of the throne room opened with a low creak, revealing Lucian seated on his dark throne, draped in shadows.
His gaze met hers immediately, and for a brief moment, Lyra felt the power of his presence ripple through her.
He was the Lord of Hell, after all, and that kind of authority was impossible to ignore.
“Lyra,” Lucian’s voice was smooth, carrying with it the weight of eons of command.
“You’ve kept me waiting.”
Lyra took a deep breath before stepping further into the room, her movements graceful yet calculated.
She had learned quickly that any sign of weakness would be exploited, especially by Lucian.
“I’ve been... busy,” she replied, her tone steady despite the nervousness building inside her.
Lucian’s gaze remained fixed on her, his dark eyes unreadable.
“Yes, busy entertaining the desires of my Sins, no doubt.”
