The kingdom of Oscensi has a dark secret. Buried deep beneath their castle's chambers is a single prison cell. And within is a boy with destruction at his fingertips. His only company lies with the black flames he conjures, along with the mysterious girl whose visits provide a rare spark of light in his lonely darkness. Until the day the castle falls, and he is gifted his first taste of freedom. Yet this world does not welcome a boy with the talents of a monster. Fighting to both contain his malicious power and keep his life, he finds himself running, trapped by dangers from all sides. After all, how can he trust anyone when he can barely trust himself? -♛- WARNING: Mentions of self harm and suicidal thoughts [beautiful cover by @morsmortalis] ~ Completed ~

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

''If you leave me, I'll find you in a heartbeat. If you test me, I'll give you a reason why not too. So I would advise you not to go against me, or you'll deeply regret it. If I find out that another man has been in between your legs, I'll kill you and the bastard. I'm the only one that's allowed to touch you, kiss you, and fuck you, do you understand?'' ''Yes'' ''Yes what?'' ''Yes, sir.'' -- ''Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does... Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent.''