She was the Holy One. He took her, though.
Death.
Death took her in so many ways.
That's how Illiana came to meet Thanatos.
Through Death.
The centre of his being.
And he'd be damned if she was taken away from him.
She was his, and he was hers.
Thr...
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"I saw stars surrounding heaven as I looked into your eyes."
♚ ♛
𝕴𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖆 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝕻𝖔𝖛
Strutting towards the towering castle door, the turrets up high, and the medieval stone castle walls. Corner towers at each side, the entrance to the door with high sloping steps, onto the Stoney Bridge. My nerves came rushing out of my pours.
Okay Iliana, calm down. CALM down.
Thanatos walked coolly beside me, looking at his expensive silver watch, his gaze flickering around his surroundings.
I can do this. Be strong Iliana.
Walking past the towering door, we came to high dark gothic ceilings, dark marble floor, and oak furniture of all types.
The sound of our footsteps echoed across the castle walls, my heels clicking with each step, announcing our presence. A two way door banged opened, thrusting us into the surrounding of other highly and lowly gods. Our names were announced by a servant to the left, after we gave our invitations in.
A cocktail party, not a ball.
Thanatos needs to go back to school. If he ever event went to one. Very unlikely.
Taking my arm in his, he led us to a throne.
A horribly worrying throne.
Creepy.
The throne was made out of darkened charcoal skulls, a goldenly texture crisscrossing at the back to make the back of the throne. Swords crisscrossed again at the top if the throne, making it easy to reach for an emergency.
Though, no-one should dare attack the king.
A splatter of blackened dust appeared before the throne, shattering into our faces, blurring our vision. A figure around 7 feet or more man sat, lounging across the thrown, looking bored already.
Sparkling ocean eyes sat before me. Midnight silky black hair shined in the bright lights, adding a slick gloss to it. A muscular hand reached to the gleaming arm rest of the throne, his rippling muscles bulging out of his shirt as he moved into a more comfortable position.
Damn that's sexy.
He smirked feral-like at his audience, his sarcastic demeanour coming out in waves.
"Aye, don't stop your idiotic bickering on my account, carry on, carry on," He said in that sarcastic timbre, his hand flickering dismissively.
He looked toward Thanatos' midnight black, Tux cladded figure, smirking at him, his eyes flickering momentarily to my person.
