Archaic
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The temple of the Almighty lay large and imposing in the center of the marble room. His shadow marking each corner of the prayer hall. Nothing was out of his reach. The glass windows high above the heads of humans favor his position. Like he was their whole world..even the sun favored his position. Upon the smiling crowned Almighty's lap lay a woman with an immerserable amount of hair resting her head faithfully. Her hands clasps together by her curled up knees. And sitting on her lap, a blade covered in blood falling off the sharp edge to symbolize the fresh murder. Her sin for a piece of his love and benevolence..."Ha!" She grits her teeth covering her mouth to discourage the mocking laughter to escape and echo among the polished halls. Her shoulders tremble, her hood falls..And he could see the ruby eyed womans tears gather and fall endlessly as she glowers at the statue with a deep resenting stare. Her lavish emerald hair spills from the hood splaying across the marble floor like a forest of green unleashed upon the world causing his breath to catch. The woman, caught in her memories turns to face him with the terrifying look of revulsion and resentment lingering upon her beautiful face from facing the statue. Her beautiful face which..His eyes widen with confusion and and his voice seems to collapse on itself unable to speak. "-...Lady?" Before he could react a heavy blood thristy presence he had been unable to detect abruptly interrupts his bewhildering discoveries. "!?" Though he gathered fire magic in his palms before it could fully manifest..his opponents behind him had already attacked first. Choking on the rising blood and stumbling onto his knees from the blow on the back of his neck. His vision blurs as he gasps for air and dazedly realizes that pain was rushing through his spine. "Sister," His assailant worriedly breezes pass his bowed person towards the woman whose face was still incased in hatred. He brushes her cheek intimately, "-brother is here."
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My breath hitched, her mismatched eyes meeting mine. Her golden cat eye matched the scarlet reaper's eyes, her white hair brightening to match the various oranges and reds of my eyes. Bruises covered her skin, a defiant snarl curled on her determined face. Lowering my feet, something was about to happen. All four elements swirled in her broken soul, her immortality capturing my eyes. There was no way another immortal existed, my glass of water spilling the moment I leaned onto the table. Silent tears slid down her cheeks, her inky fingernails extending into claws. My cock stiffened at her five foot seven hourglass figure, my eyes tracing the diamond chain bikini as it draped over her flat stomach. Another desire brewed in me, something telling me to take her now. Whispering something in her ears, low growls rumbled in her throat. Shaking off her hot temper, she stood straight up. "I am Ellasandra and I am excellent at cooking and cleaning. I am the wife of your dreams. Besides, I am a virgin after all." She chirped with a false smile, her thighs rubbing together. "I have prepared a dance for you. Please enjoy!" Pressing her palms together, a scarlet circle glowed underneath her. Every step of her seductive dance unlocked another gate, the audience none the wiser. *This story can also be found on Webnovel under my other name Yvette Francaise.

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