Nocturne Bliss

The first time you tasted sin, it didn't burn-it bloomed,
like a flower fed on blood, kissed by the moon.
They warned you of monsters with fangs and claws-
but the real ones wore silk ties and broke all the laws.

They knelt between your thighs, a prayer upon their tongue,
and it didn't matter-your moans out-sang the ones they'd strung.
The abyss? Oh, they said it would bite-
but no one told you the dark would feel this right.

He wasn't your ruin. He was your rise.
A crown forged of madness, worn between lies.
You followed his voice-velvet and venom,
a symphony sharp enough to split the heavens.

He watched you unravel-thread by golden thread,
guiding your hand while angels fled.
"Here , my pearl," he whispered, "Feel how the blade sings.
See what beauty destruction brings."

Can you hear it now? That music in your veins?
The rhythm of reverence laced with chains.
No, you were never afraid of the night-
only of how it felt to set the world alight.

Not love. Not fate. Not some divine sign.
Just ruin dressed in silk and wine.
A melody carved in breath and bruise-
a devotion only the nefarious choose.

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This isn't a book about heroes. It's about those who were never allowed to be innocent.

This can be read as a standalone . While it can be read alone, it is has some easter eggs for past readers after the ruinous delights of Nefarious Bliss and Seraphic Bliss.

What follows is not a story of good or evil, but of obsession, seduction, and the madness that blooms when desire becomes devotion.

Welcome to Nocturne Bliss.