The World Upon Us

The World Upon Us

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"IF IT MEANS I NEED TO KILL SOMEONE JUST TO GET BACK NYRIS' SOUL, THEN I WILL!" they snarled, their fingers digging into the Elf's delicate shirt, leaving red marks on the pale fabric. Their eyes, burning with a furious fire, were locked on the lost soul who now occupied Their partner's body. "Don't even think about acting like him," they hissed, Their voice thick with hatred and disgust. "You are NOTHING but a FUCKING USELESS LOST SOUL!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You were sure you wanted to die. You'd had enough of the pain, the emptiness. But then, you woke up. Not in your own body, but in the body of a warlock - a body that is supposed to be still alive, still breathing, still capable of feeling. This journey, this bizarre twist of fate, had given you another chance. A chance to feel alive again, after you failed once in your realm. Realizing that everything gonna be something brand new, makes you feel how thrilled and lovely to be alive again, and if only these bodies were yours, forever. If only you could hold onto this feeling, this precious gift of life, and never let it go.
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Her voice came out grainy. "I'm tired of being the devil's whip." She ground her teeth together. "I'm tired of killing for evil. I saw you the other night and it made me feel something I'd never felt before. The want to protect you." She looked down at her feet, her expression unfamiliar. "I've been a monster for five hundred years." She looked at me. "And when I saw you, I saw good. I saw purity." - "And what did my angel think about?" She growled. I could feel her breath in my ear. The possessiveness that clouded her burrowed into me. She bit my ear again and I sighed in pleasure. "Tell me," she demanded. "I thought about you," I admitted. My core began to throb. "And was it good?" She moved her lips down to my neck, biting the artery that beat rapidly. I swallowed. "No one has ever made me feel like you do." My voice came out husky. I couldn't take much more of this. - Camael never asked to be saved by a demon. She didn't even know that demons could be saviors. Her purpose was to do the right thing, even when it felt so wrong. Lirathis has killed her entire life. She was the Devil's whip and knew nothing except pain and destruction. Void of any emotion. Until she met Camael. Something is changing between them. Pulling them together. Wrenching them from the lives they knew. Chemistry had its own magic.

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