Wicked Obsession

Epilogue

H. Styles

I feared I would never calm her. It was as if someone seized her throat and squeezed until she gasped for air— being stabbed in the eye would have been preferred to watching my brave girl battle for control.

It doesn't fucking help that, while Aurora lost her mind, the delicious rush of her fear seeped into my veins, awakening the darker parts of myself. Now that I have possessed her soul, I yearn for it like an addict. It sings to me, a siren's song, so delicate... so pure... it was nearly impossible to suppress my demon. Everything comes with a price.

A hook broke through my heart like a fish on a line and my eyes widened. It is not easy to catch me off guard, which just made my discomfort intensify. This sensation isn't foreign to me, there are some memories that stick to us like flies to honey— Turning is one of them.

The process is grueling, designed by The Father to be a final punishment. Not only had Adam and Eve invited evil into the World when they ate from the Tree of Knowledge, they unleashed Abbadon upon it. If man chooses once more to fall into temptation and to enter into Lucifer's domain, there is only one way to get there:

Fall.

There are no words to describe it. Only that it leaves you battered, broken, and burned. The Fall is the fine print at the bottom of the contract you never read, but should. Not everyone survives, some are simply too weak and fall into the darkest pit of Abbadon, never to be seen again. No one returns from The Pit.

I have Turned a handful of humans, I am familiar with process and there is only one reason why I should feel the phantom of its burn— No.

I tighten my hold on Aurora possessively, an unexpected growl rumbles in my chest as my anger grips me. I'm such a fuck. I so was worried about what her soul would do to mine— I didn't know the consequences of mixing a divine soul with a damned one and goddammit I got it all fucking wrong. I should've been fucking concerned about what the fuck my soul has done to hers.

There was so much terror in her as she looked into me, seeing my truest nature, but the part of my being that loves her, shielded her before she saw too deeply. It encompassed her until I was almost certain that there was no way to tell where she ended and I began.

I have never felt whole until that moment. Aurora Whitman is, without a doubt, my soul mate. Maybe that is The Father's punishment to Aurora for existing, dammed to love a blackhearted demon.

Aurora is foolish to believe there is redemption for me. She is the only star in my eternal night, should that be snuffed out... the consequences will be fatal, for me and humanity. If Aurora is lost, Harry will cease to exist and all that will be left is the demon Asmodeus created. There was no use in lying to Aurora, her death would mean the end of the world.

When I poured Aurora's soul into her flesh, there was no way to separate our souls perfectly. The cut was jagged and a part of me was taken, leaving a piece of her behind. I knew this would fucking happen. Only Aurora could fucking convince me to do shit against my will.

I would do anything for her.

She knows this, I know she knows this, and she knows that I know that she knows— and it fucking pisses me off that she uses it against me. I adore the most infuriating woman The Father ever created.

I have never feared for someone until her. Darkness is like a cancer of the soul, spreading until there is nothing left. Have I just damned the only one I have ever loved? Or is there redemption for her? Fuck, I need answers. I'll be unable to rest until I have them.