Karia cringed as the dark figure moved towards her. His eyes burned through her veil and she realized, he knew. He knew her secret. The wings on her back quivered as she steeled herself for the blow.
His hand rested softly on her chin, angel white skin making his dark aura flare up. "I could never hurt you my angel. You know that. It's destiny for you to be mine."
Shock coursed through her body, her blood froze in her veins. A cold wind rustled her feathers and she shivered. She felt so.. Small next to him. The demon king.
The tattoos on her back had been growing but at his touch they flashed in the dark and she felt them rushing down her arms.
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Small Part Of Nanowrimo
FantasyA section of my Nanowrimo a couple years back... I'm working on bits and pieces when I have the time!
