The Wicked & Divine

I thought that if I let go of the barrier between us, that everything would finally topple down, that the blissful pressure would crush my bones and split my veins and I would not know how to stop it. But letting go of my ideas and opinions about him was no longer an option, no longer a yes or no or a maybe. Did I hate him? certainly. Did I love him? god yes

So when I looked into the onyx swirl of his eyes again I was sucked in, not allowing myself even the note of warm wind swirling and tugging around us as I gave in- and when the pressure came falling down, we created our own gravity.

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It was an unsuspecting death, when Artemis lost her mother, she had know idea what manner of events it would kickstart.

Hell and Heaven were not what everyone had said it was, and that truth became evidently more clear as her world turned out to be something else entirely, and her blood not exactly...human.

But among this turn of worlds, was a creature. Someone who's own soul long ago was promised to hers and hers his.

And in between, was all manners of deities and creatures, lusting for the power she would wield.