When madness spreads through his skin, he became someone he hated the most, Trevion Sylvan Vareth, the definition of hell and darkness. He once was the light but then it flickered and suddenly he became the darkness. Betrayal, anger, and sorrow wrapped around the cold heart of the young man. Upon ascending from hell, he himself decided to become one.
Three million light years, he met her. The heavenly woman made from the purity of the universe itself. Perhaps the devil itself found the gate through heaven within her soul. A fiery soul that captivated the burning cold of hell, wherein the devil locked up. No matter what happens, the Villainous man will come, and take her, just like how Hades took Persephone; because she's the missing piece of his own puzzle.
Eurydice Odelia Lucero, the fiery one that dominated the hell itself. She the woman of purity, became the obsession of Trovan.
She's a puzzle to be solved, and an ocean to dive in. Meeting her is such a sin, but a villain like him doesn't care about sins, if it means having a taste of the fair maiden. The man he is, the man that will annihilate any person that will stand in his way, especially those who will prevent him from touching what's his.
The Scorching Touch Of The Villain. The villain who would kill and sacrifice for the sake of his love. Straight out of his book, the lament of his own downfall in darkness, and discovered by the sole woman who gave him empathy. She's the light of his void, and burning fire for his coldness; she carries the wind for him, and he carries the ocean for her. Two destined souls, fated by God itself.
How long will the two meet the final ending of their book?
Under the penname of Devil_Dom aka Zayn
He doesn't have any inkling of how long he'd been chained and held captive in this dark cell. The unending screams of pain and torture... the stench of this place... these are the only reminder he has to let him know what dire situation he's in.
It was his last mission- to penetrate a lair of businessmen who are responsible for trafficking children into slavery.
"Should we just kill the bastard? No one wants to buy him because of his violent tendencies! It's bad for business."
They are going to kill him. Fuck... he took this mission to be free. But it seems like this will only lead him to his death.
He felt the cold metal of a gun against his head. He clenched his jaw when he heard the warden cocked it.
Fuck... is this the end?
Just as when he thought he was about to meet his maker, a soft angelic voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Him."
His eyes snapped open. He looked ahead and there, just outside his cell, stood a woman who looked so out of place in this shit hole. She was wearing a pristine white dress. Her rich platinum blonde hair flowing down the small of her back.
She looked like a goddess who paid hell a visit.
"This one's out of your control, signorina."
All his thoughts came to an abrupt halt when the woman gazed at the warden. Her angelic aura suddenly vanished in a snap. In its place was a cold... calculating... and deadly aura.
"I. Want. Him." She said, enunciating every word with warning.
"I-I'll take care of the papers."
He frowned about the way the warden behaved. It was like he's... fucking afraid.
"I like the color of your eyes. Deep blue and dark like an ocean during a thunderstorm."
He scowled, "Is that why you decided to buy me? Because you like my eyes?"
She tilted her head to the side and regarded him with a look he couldn't fathom. For the first time he felt restless. Never had he encountered a person he couldn't read.
She smirked
"Who knows? I might also like the way you moan under me."