Never Look Back

Never Look Back

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His heart was shattered beyond recognition, and his soul-so scorched and hollow-he often wondered if tar might seep from his veins instead of blood. Emotions that once tied him to humanity had long since withered away, leaving only hatred behind- hatred for himself, others, and existence itself. And then, life mocked him with its cruel gift: Monalisa Daz Caravan. She was his paradox. She was the light to his darkness, the virtue to his vice, the salvation to his monstrosity. For seven long years, she lived unaware of the shadow trailing her every step, the invisible thread of fate binding her to him. His existence revolved around her, though she remained untouched by the abyss he called home. Until her 22nd birthday. In a single, fateful moment, the ironclad control he had nurtured shattered like fragile glass, and the shadow that had watched from afar finally stepped forward. The mirror she once gazed into so innocently now reflected not just her face but his- a devil no longer content with the dark. He is done hiding, done pretending. The time has come for Monalisa to know the truth. To belong to him, as she was always meant to. And he will claim her- no matter the cost. Started- 24.12.24 [1:34 AM]
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❝𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨... 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬❞ ❝𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥❞ He was a 𝙜𝙤𝙙, and she... she was an emotionless wind-up doll. Why was he being forced to babysit because of her actions? It didn't make sense to him. And yet, there he was, watching her pour over ancient tomes and scrolls with an almost manic intensity. It was as if she was crafted from clockwork rather than cookie dough. She was a mortal who dared to meddle with forces beyond her comprehension, and now he was stuck watching over her like some glorified guardian. The thought made his divine blood simmer. However, there was something about her that intrigued him, though he'd never admit it. The way her crystalline eyes scanned each ancient page with such intensity as if trying to unravel the very fabric of existence itself. Perhaps that's what irritated him most - her unwavering dedication reminded him of himself, ages ago, before corruption had stripped away such divine fascinations. The god found himself wondering if her mechanical nature was truly a facade or if there was something more beneath that clockwork exterior. The way she meticulously documented every finding, every revelation, with such precise dedication - it was almost admirable, in an infuriating sort of way. But then again, admiration was a dangerous thing for a deity to feel towards a mortal, especially one who had already proven herself capable of disrupting the natural order. Perhaps... he could disrupt 𝙝𝙚𝙧 natural order. Wasn't deceit what he did best? Let the game begin ☆.' '. ☽¸.☆ ,☆.¸☽ .' '.☆ BEST RANKING: #2 in CookieRunKingdom in THREE days??? Tysm!! Bit of a disclaimer: doesn't exactly follow the plot of the game, the story might end up being more of an AU with loose canon plot points

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