He paused, his full lips a breath away from hers. The scent of apples slid down his throat and the world around him blurred. And for a moment there was no bet, no Illuminati, and no Hell. There was only him and her.
His eyes drifted to her mouth, savouring the feeling. "Do you want me to stop?"
Her lips tightened briefly in uncertainty, as if she was caught up in some internal struggle he was not privy to despite their wordless connection. A struggle that went deeper than the mind could fathom. He waited, the agony of anticipation making his knees weak. To his immense relief, resolve lightened her expression.
"No," she breathed.
"Good." He cupped her delicate face in his powerful hands. Her cheeks were plump and velvety. "Because I really don't want to."
On the outside Blaine Lycanos is living the dream. He's young, attractive, and owns the Parisian fashion scene. But what no one else knows is that Blaine is a demon, and a member of an ancient secret society that is covertly enslaving the human race.
But Blaine, though hardened by his hatred of humanity, is bored of their simplicity. He is disillusioned and existential, and as a result looks for new projects to occupy his time. He eventually comes across an innocent human girl, Andromeda Ives, who appears immune to demonic devices and he sets his sights on her. However, the two soon come to engage in a bizarre friendship, and in spite of much inner conflict, Blaine falls in love with Andromeda after his attempts to corrupt her prove futile.
Set in present day Paris and filled with demons, angels, millennials, and more, Illuminated follows its anti-hero Blaine through a sexual awakening unlike any other and leads up to a climactic realisation with apocalyptic consequences.
(This story does occur in the True Silk universe, but it is a few hundred years in the making.)
He doesn't blink, still. She kisses her teeth, folds her arms and walks away. "Fine, you wanna stay down here? You can."
"Come on, man." I turn around again. "This really isn't funny -"
A tall, pencil-thin figure looms behind him. Its white skin is translucent and papery and its fine, greasy black hair has been formed into matter locks. Its neck, which is slightly too long for humans, is stretched like a turtle's while its shoulders are pitted down and and hunched.
If it were possible, Grants eyes go even blanker, as if the life had just left his body. It's a few seconds before his body collapses to his knees and then laggingly onto his face.
The creature's slender, skeletal fingers drip with his blood, in its hand, a fresh, still desperately beating heart.
Grant's heart.
*
Julien would be your run of the mill bad girl; smart mouth, always picking fights, doesn't take anyone's crap bad girl. She would be...if only it weren't for the fact that she is an out-of-the-ordinary vampire.
That much is made very clear when she and some friends go poking around the forbidden catacombs outside of their home city. They accidentally find something ancient and murderous lying beneath its surface with ties to old, dangerous magic kept locked away for good reasons. And now he has ties to her.
Started November 1st, 2021