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The Illegal Flame

The Illegal Flame

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"I love you I'll lose my wings for you." enochos smiled kissing zafeiri's head Enochos promise had a deeper meaning and Zafeiri didn't know how bad things would get in a few millennia by giving his heart away to Hades's second in command...and most handsome soldier. Would he regret it? Or would this love prove worthy of suffering for millions of years to come? Zafeiri was the son of Zeus and Hera making him the Prince to Olympus, but when things twist during a visit in the underworld. Zafeiri finds himself waking up besides Enochos, and His heart suddenly seems to become electric. Enochos, the devil. Hades most violent, cruel and dangerous. But something about his furious  red-orange eyes left the young river god craving more...even if it was illegal.... He was willing to suffer once the secret got out..if it was in the name of love. (A mix of the Greek gods and me my friend's own Ocs.)
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I was made to serve him. I was made to heed his every beck and call. I was dutiful, obedient, proud of my servitude regardless of what the others thought of me. He was powerful, and he made me powerful, too. It was honorable to be his right hand, to be able to execute his orders to perfection. I thought I had done well in this position. Had anyone asked I would have sworn I exceeded all expectations and fulfilled every request without hesitation or error. I had become an expert in anticipation, of knowing my Master better than I knew myself. So why did he give me away? How could he cast me aside so easily? Was I really so replaceable, so meaningless? He had made me for himself, hadn't he? What other purpose could I possibly have? How was I meant to serve him by serving someone else? -This story has mature themes and depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore, etc. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Servitude" #3 in "Servant" #22 in "ManxMan"

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