All Beauty Must Die

All Beauty Must Die

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Asmodeus had many titles that could make every simple mortal tremble with fear. The Seraphim Prince of Lust. Revengers of Wickedness. Leader of the Third Demon Battalion. But none knew he lived amongst them, not a single soul. Hidden away deep in the forest near a quaint English town there was Cordolium Hall. A beautiful mansion that he'd made his home. With servants, cooks, rooms filled with books and art, you'd think he'd be more than satisfied. Yet did the man who had everything truly have everything? On one of the first nights in his new home, he decides to host a masquerade ball, inviting every nearby noble to come and dance underneath the stars at the centre of his maze. Who'd thought that the Prince of Lust would find himself to be so intrigued by one of the masked people in the crowd? [ Follow Asmodeus as he threads the careful path between love, loyalty and lust in 'All Beauty Must Die'. ]
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||-Ongoing-|| 'I hate you! I hate you! I'll never be the wife that you deserve!' 'I do not want the wife that I deserve Cassiopeia because it is you that I want.' 'Then,' she hesitated for only a moment, 'I'll never be a wife still yet yours!' she promised him. 'Say that again,' he told her in a hard angry voice, 'and face the rowen,' he dared her. Despite the threat, she climbed out of bed and went to him. She tilted her head to look challengingly at him with her sharp green tear stained eyes. 'I will never be a wife much less yours,' she repeated in a terminal raspy but rather confident voice. He stared at her for a long time, internally simmering. The tension in the bedroom thickened greatly. Silence reigned as their stare down intensified. All in the room stood in trepidation, awaiting his eppy. 'Everyone,' he ordered in a calm yet jussive voice that betrayed the extremity of his anger. 'Out!' he finished. They all festinated out, skedaddling away as quickly as they could before anyone of them suffered from transfer of aggression. And when the door closed with a small click sound behind them, he drew her to him unexpectedly. 'You are mine,' he simply told her with surety before he lipped her. --- 🌫 She knew nothing, except that she wanted out, away from him-the beast. She knew not what she wanted, especially with a damaged head and fragmented memories. But, she just knew that she wanted nothing -absolutely nothing- to do with the monster that always left her in perplexity. --- 🌫 He wasn't what she thought he was. He was what she would never dream to think. He was a part of her and she was a part of him. He would never let her go. She must be there, with him, under his spell, wrapped around his thumb lest everything would go wrong. And if it did, he was the only person who could try, mean try to put it back in place. For with her, nothing wrong could ever be right. --- #3 in Royal love #3 in Satisfying #4 in Fated lov

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