Obsidian Eudialyte (ON HOLD)

Several stings shoot all over my body. As if I'm waxing. What's happening?

The hunter is... shrinking. "Ahem! As I was saying, you must be wondering why I gathered all of you here-"

A high-pitched scream almost deafens my right ear. Oh. Heck. No. Far at the corner, the sweet, elderly woman keeps getting bigger. Her head hits the elevator ceiling and her body pushes people to the walls! The ladies scream more when their ears are growing pointed. A bang beside me and I whip around.

The handsome man... His skin turns pitch black. His hair is turning silver. His fist clutches the collar of the shrinking man and holds him against the metal wall. "Why did you de-glamourise us!?" the fair-haired man scolds. His white baring teeth stand stark against the midnight face. "You'll get me attacked!"

I huff, resigning to whatever asinine plan I'll be subjected to. I thought it was a rumour but I guess not. "You're not alone."

He shoots a fiery glare at me, and then his look soon softens. I feel my horns pop up under my hair.
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Natrith focuses on a few things in her quiet life in Kuala Lumpur. Eat well, glamour well, live on modern Earth with a good head on her shoulders, and stifle the infernal wrath. When she is dragged into a massive competition and further ostracised, the lineage in her blood tempts her.

Lucky for her, she meets the carefree, daring Solraem, who shares the same sentiment about the difficulties of dark ancestry and lightens her up. But he has his own demon to deal with: drowning out his past indoctrinated moral code. Will they successfully keep each other in check during their adventure and let love bloom? Or fall into what their ancestors had always done and prove everyone else is right?

The elevator meetings could help them both.

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