As we sit there on his black leather couch in front of a blazing fire, all is silent; so serene, peaceful as death. That is until he looks to me with fire in his eyes(actual white flames dance around his irises) and says "Darling you travel all this way to meet the devil, yet you amaze me by how little interest you seem to show now that you are in his audience." I gasp and he hears, which makes that disheveling smirk reappear. I let my hair fall over my blushing cheeks and tell him in a quiet voice "My reservoir of smart aleck remarks seems to have fled with the flying horse, your presence seems to make me too on edge to really connect much at the moment."
With that everything is a blur in which the speed he moves and he has me on bed his lips against my throat that fire threatening to burn the room to ashes from its growing size. I know I should be afraid, but I am way too absorbed with how close he is to me and then as his lips hover over mine it goes dark; the fire out, the night cold and he is gone.
I wonder what I have done wrong and run out to peek out the black curtain and see him pacing with orange fire in his wake. He mutters to himself under his breath though from where I am I hear none of it. I walk out from the safety of the darkness and he immediately turns to me and frowns. My resolve quivers, yet I walk forward anyways.
He looks away into the fire and says solemnly "Run darling run somewhere in this hell hole where you think I will never look if you stay within my reach you will deeply regret it, I only wish the woman who come to me did not let me do as I wish or this would be much simpler." With that he walked into the fire and disappeared from view as just another tongue of flame.
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The Silver Godchild
RomanceThis is the story of the newest God and how she usurps the order of the underworld with magic enchanted weapons and playing with the lust of thousands of year old gods. You must read to find out if she can conquer the underworld or we she be sucked...
