╰┈➤𝔏𝔦𝔰𝔞

When Jimin spoke again, his voice wasn't just his own. It was a chorus—a harmony of countless angelic voices blending, rich and otherworldly.

"I have awaited your return for thousands of years, Devil," he said, his tone calm yet filled with a weighty certainty. "It is the curse of fate."

Taehyung, now fully transformed into his true demonic self, grinned with dark satisfaction. His sharp, glinting canines shone under the dim light as he stretched out a hand.

From the shadows, a sword appeared, forming itself in his grip. Its blade was twisted and warped, a sickly red glow running along its edge, while the hilt was wrapped in the figures of two serpents, coiled and locked in an eternal dance of death.

The stage was set for a battle that had been destined since the beginning of time. And I caught between these ancient forces, could only watch helplessly as angels and devils prepared to clash.

Taehyung's dark and wild hair whipped through the air like a lion's mane as he faced his ancient rival. His eyes shone with a dangerous light, a mixture of anger and fierce excitement.

With a growl that was both taunting and hungry, he challenged his opponent.

"Come on, Jimin!" he spat, his voice echoing with sinister joy. "I can almost taste my victory!"

With that, he unfurled his massive wings, black as the deepest night. They spread wide, blocking out the dim light around him, and he let out a roar that made the ground tremble.

Then, like a dark comet streaking through the heavens, he surged toward the Archangel, who stood ready, his golden sword already raised in defiance.

"I will send you back to the shadows of Hell, where you belong!" Jimin shouted, his voice carrying both anger and an unshakable sense of duty.

The sword in his hand blazed with pure and fierce light, glowing in the chapel's dim light like a beacon of hope.

Taehyung snarled, his eyes flaring with fury. "Silence, you arrogant fool!" he bellowed, his voice filled with rage.

With claws as black as night and sharp as knives, he reached for Jimin's white wings, their stark contrast almost painful to look at—good against evil, light against darkness.

Then something strange happened. At the tip of Jimin's sword, a strange energy began to swirl—a pulsing mass of light, unlike anything I had ever seen.

It was like antimatter, something I had only read about in science books. The brightness was blinding, so intense that my eyes watered, and for a few moments, I couldn't see at all.

Suddenly, the power unleashed from the Archangel's sword erupted in a shockwave, filling the air with an almost unbearable force.

I felt myself thrown backward, tumbling through the chapel as the wave pushed me with impossible strength, watching the battle of angel and devil unfold before me.

Every clash of their swords sent sparks flying, lighting up the chapel in bursts of red and gold. Their faces were tense, and their eyes locked with fierce determination.

And in that instant, as they fought, I knew that I was witnessing a battle that went beyond right or wrong—one that touched the very core of existence itself.

I crashed hard, my body slamming against the cold stone; the breath knocked from my lungs. Pain exploded through me, but even that was overshadowed by the battle unfolding before my eyes.

The clash between angel and devil continued to rage, their power so overwhelming that it seemed to warp the very fabric of reality around them.

I could feel it—the pull of their immense energy—tearing at the chapel, at the Earth itself. The fate of everything hung in the balance.

When I was finally able to open my eyes again, desperation gripped my heart. Above me, a tangle of wings and roars clashed near the towering ceilings of the chapel, where the vaults were frescoed with biblical scenes.

Black wings, dark as the void, intertwined with white ones, the two forces locked in a deadly embrace.

They separated and reconnected with inhuman fury, each strikes more vicious than the last. Amid the blinding flashes of light and shadow, I saw the Devil's claws tear mercilessly into the Archangel's flesh.

A terrible roar filled the air as Jimin's left arm, cloaked in his heavenly robes, was pierced by the golden blade of the devil.

The sounds were unbearable. I could hear the low, guttural growls of the devil, his voice like grinding stone, and the higher, piercing cries of the Archangel Jimin as they hurled themselves at each other.

My heart pounded in my chest, utterly overwhelmed with despair. I didn't know what to do or how to stop them.

I watched helplessly as the two celestial beings tore at each other, spitting curses and threats in a language that was ancient, one I had never heard before and could not understand.

"Stop it!" I screamed, my voice shaking, desperation dripping from every syllable. But they were too consumed by their fury, their battle too ferocious to hear me. Not even for a moment did they pause.

I watched in horror as Jimin's sword sliced through part of the devil's wing, scattering black feathers like ash. In response, the Devil formed a small, glowing ball of deadly energy in his hand.

With a fierce snarl, he threw it at the Archangel, hitting Jimin directly. The force sent Jimin crashing down onto the cold marble floor, making the ground beneath me shake.

Without thinking, I ran toward him. My legs moved on their own, and my mind was spinning. I didn't know what I could do or what strength I had, but before I knew it, I was standing between the Archangel and the Devil, my arms stretched wide, my heart pounding.

"Stop!" I shouted, my voice shaky but louder this time, filled with both fear and determination. "Enough! Please... stop this."

For a moment, it felt like the whole world was holding its breath.

Jimin quickly stood up, shaking his white wings to rid them of the remnants of the fight.

"Lisa, stay back!" he ordered firmly, grabbing my arm and pulling me behind him to protect me.

"No! You have to stop fighting!" I pleaded, my heart racing as I looked at both of them. I noticed some of Jimin's bloody feathers falling to the ground, reminders of their harsh battle. "You can't keep hurting each other!"

"I cannot stop," Jimin replied, his voice steady but filled with a heavy resolve. "As long as the Devil exists in this world, the balance between light and dark is lost. More and more human hearts will fall into sin, and this world is already drowning in wickedness because of him." His words cut through me, ringing with a truth I could feel in my bones.

"Ahh..." Taehyung scoffed, folding his dark wings tightly against his back, his feet planted firmly on the cold floor. His face twisted into a mocking smile.

"So, you lied to her, didn't you?" he sneered, feigning shock. "You only confessed your feelings to her to confirm that it was me causing all of this! Jimin, I have to say, I'm impressed."

His words dripped with malice, each one a barb aimed at Jimin's sense of purpose. "This idea of 'justice' you cling to is so conveniently self-righteous," he mocked, his dark eyes flashing with contempt.

"Enough, Taehyung!" Jimin's voice rang out, strong and authoritative. "You know this isn't about you. It's about the fate of countless souls!"

But Taehyung only chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent chills down my spine. "Fate? Oh, Jimin, you're still so naive. Do you think your righteousness will save them? You're only delaying the inevitable."

Desperation clawed at me as I looked between them. "Please, both of you!" I pleaded, stepping forward despite Jimin's attempt to shield me. "There has to be another way! Can't you find a way to end this without fighting? Can't we—"

My voice trailed off, lost in the tension that hung thick in the air, both of them locked in their battle of wills.

But my voice faltered, drowned out by the intensity of their confrontation. I felt the weight of their conflicting powers, the very air around us thick with tension, and I knew I had to find a way to bridge the gap between them before it was too late.

"Shut up! My feelings for Lisa are sincere!" Jimin growled, his anger boiling over. He summoned a sphere of brilliant white light and hurled it toward Taehyung.

With a swift, almost lazy motion, Taehyung sidestepped the attack, his eyes narrowing in furious concentration.

Concentrating his negative energy, he formed a massive black orb and sent it hurtling toward Jimin with breakneck speed, a shadowy promise of destruction.

Cornered, Jimin reacted instinctively, raising his scepter to defend himself. He managed to redirect the sphere away from himself, but in the chaos of the moment, he realized too late that he had sent it off course.

The sphere's path shifted, now hurtling straight toward me, a swirling cloud of lethal energy ready to consume. My heart stilled as I grasped the danger, every muscle locked in terror, my feet refusing to move.

But Taehyung—faster than the Archangel, his seraphic nature giving him an edge—spotted the deadly shift in an instant.

In an unexpected move, he unfurled his massive wings, their dark expanse forming a shield between me and the oncoming sphere.

"Lisa!" he shouted, the urgency cutting through his usual arrogance. His black feathers glinted ominously, an inky shield against the orb's bright, consuming light.

In that suspended moment, time seemed to slow, thick with tension and bewilderment. His wings wrapped around me, a protective warmth enveloping me amid the chaos.

Why would he risk himself for me? My mind raced, battling the fear pounding in my chest.

"Lisa, no!" Jimin's voice rang out, a mix of horror and disbelief.

But it was too late. The sphere detonated against Taehyung's wings, erupting into a blinding flash of light that swallowed the chapel.

The explosion's deafening roar shook the very foundations, and I shielded my eyes, heart racing.

The impact hit Taehyung hard, and I watched in horror as he crashed to the marble floor, a dark silhouette slumped against the cold stone.

Panic surged through me, and I rushed to his side, my hands trembling as I cradled his face.

"Taehyung, no! Why did you do it?" I choked out, my voice breaking as my fingers brushed over his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin in sharp contrast to the icy fear creeping through me.

Tears streamed down my face, each one filled with the weight of my devastation.

"What a shame," he murmured, his scarlet eyes simmering with anger and resignation, a bitterness etched in every line of his face.

"Defeated... for protecting a human." He struggled to rise, swaying unsteadily, and I could see how much effort it took him.

"Just leave!" he roared, his voice thick with frustration as he pushed me back with surprising force. The movement left him unsteady, and he sank down again, his knees giving way over a dark pool of blood that spread beneath him like a shadow.

"All... for a little human," he whispered, his strength slipping with each word.

Jimin stepped forward, his scepter raised above Taehyung's head like an executioner's blade, the air thick with tension. "Devil, in the name of God, I cast you into the darkness of your kingdom," he began, his voice firm and unwavering, only to be stopped by the sharp, contemptuous glare from Taehyung.

Even weakened, Taehyung's gaze held a dark triumph, a twisted smile curving his lips, exuding an air of defiance.

"Yes, I will go," he sneered, "but I'm not leaving alone. I will take with me Lisa's heart and soul, and you, Jimin, will be condemned to love the woman who loves me!"

"You have no right to her soul! She never gave it to you!" Jimin spat, his face contorted with fury and disbelief.

Taehyung's laughter echoed through the chapel, dark and sinister. "True, she promised me only her purity. But since our pact remains unfulfilled, I hold the right to take her soul with me. And you will be cursed to love her empty shell, a living dead devoid of life!" His scarlet eyes glinted dangerously as he laughed, his words ringing with malice.

Then, his gaze shifted to me, and for a fleeting instant, I saw a shadow of sadness in his eyes, a sorrow that cut through his mask of cruelty, as if he'd just lost something precious.

"Lisa," he murmured, his voice raw with determination, "I will never let you go."

But then a sudden pain seized his chest, and he faltered, dropping to the floor with a heavy, lifeless thud.

Both Jimin and I heard him mutter two simple words that shattered my heart and marked my fate. "I love you."

In an instant, my legs sprang into action, driven by an impulse I couldn't control. But Jimin was faster, his grip tightening around my waist, halting my forward momentum.

"Stop! Don't go!" he urged, desperation lacing his tone. But a powerful force pulsed within me, igniting a fire in my heart. I wrenched free from his grasp, shouting for him to let me go.

I sprinted toward Taehyung, the creature who had just declared his love for me, watching in horror as he slowly began to dissolve before my eyes.

I threw my arms around him, desperate to hold on to something slipping away. "Do not leave! Stay with me! Please, I'll do whatever you want! I beg you, grant this wish of mine!" I implored, tears streaming down my cheeks.

I knew how absurd my words sounded, and perhaps I was crazy or incredibly foolish. But love has a way of making you reckless; it drives you to extremes.

I thought of a mother's instinct to protect her child—how she would tear down the heavens for them without a second thought. That was the depth of my love for him.

"Lisa, don't you understand? He is only using you!" Jimin cried out, his voice cracking with sorrow, a crystal-clear warning that felt like a dagger to my heart. Yet, at that moment, I didn't hear him.

I could feel Taehyung's hand resting lightly on my head, his fingers brushing against my hair, and his lips were close to my ear as he whispered, "For that, you will have to make another deal, Lisa."

"I will accept it, whatever it requires," I replied, my heart racing, determination surging through me.

He took my face in his hands, pulling me closer, his scarlet eyes searching mine with an intensity that made my legs wobble beneath me.

"I will stay by your side, but in exchange, you have to swear eternal love to me," he said, each word dripping with a dangerous allure.

"Eternal love," I echoed, my voice trembling as the weight of his request settled over me. Could I truly commit to this?

The darkness swirling around us, the battle between light and dark, faded into the background as I searched his eyes, feeling the pull of his promise and the gravity of his words.

"I swear," I breathed, the vow slipping from my lips, sealing my fate. At that moment, I was bound to him, heart and soul, teetering on the precipice of love and darkness.

The air cracked with new energy, a promise of something both terrifying and intoxicating, and I knew there was no turning back.

I stared at him, feeling a surge of realization that I could no longer live apart from him.

I didn't know if it was pure love or some enchantment that had ensnared my heart and mind, but at that moment, my destiny was irrevocably written. "I swear to love you for all eternity," I declared, my voice trembling yet resolute.

At my words, the fabric of my shirt tore at the pentacle marking my skin. The outlines, once as thin as a pen stroke, deepened, becoming a rich, darker black.

I could feel the energy shifting around us, the air thick with the weight of the pact I had just made.

Jimin turned toward the door, his wings drooping, a clear sign of defeat. "You have overcome Devil," he said, a hint of respect tinged with sadness in his voice.

"Your cunning never ceases to amaze me. Now that she has declared that she loves you eternally, I can no longer drive you back into the darkness because the law of God is based on love, and no one can deny it to you. But..." He paused, weighing the significance of his next words.

Turning back to me, his smile radiated warmth. "I keep hoping with all my heart that one day you will return to be the splendid angel you were and reunite with me and your other heavenly brothers." With that, he left, leaving me alone with the heavy realization of my choices.

I remembered the stories of the Devil when he was still known as Lucifer, the most beloved angel of the Lord. He had been a creature of beauty, intelligence, and goodness.

Yet pride had ignited his downfall. Some say he could not tolerate God's promise of the kingdom to the Son; others believe he rebelled against the limitations placed on angels, unable to create life as God did.

There were many theories, yet none could unveil the truth behind his rebellion. What remained clear was his popularity, for during the great battle, a third of the angelic hosts sided with him.

Turning back to Taehyung, I saw the angelic remnants of his past reflected in his eyes as he scrutinized the chapel door from which Jimin had just departed.

"Hallelujah is out of the box," he remarked with sarcastic humor, turning to face me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Now we can continue from where we left off: you have not yet paid your old contract, my dear," he said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

I felt heat rush to my cheeks, embarrassment washing over me. "No, no, wait a second," I protested, stepping back in alarm.

His mood shifted too quickly for me to keep up. He was capricious and unpredictable, like a summer storm ready to unleash its fury.

"I'm not going to wait," he declared, advancing toward me with a predatory grace.

"Are you joking? Just five seconds ago, you were more dead than alive!" I exclaimed, my heart racing.

He smiled, an unsettling blend of charm and danger. "Oooh, but how caring you are," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"But there is no need for you to worry about me; rather, you should be concerned for yourself. We demons recover very easily, and we are very, very greedy."

Then, slowly, he began to transform. His wings retracted into his back, the gnarled horns receding into his head.

His long hair, once cascading down to his waist, was trimmed to a more human length, and his body took on familiar proportions as he stepped closer to me.

When he was less than a step away, he cupped my face in his hands.

I opened my mouth to speak, to express the whirlwind of emotions within me, but he silenced me with a kiss, his lips brushing against mine softly yet possessively.

"Now shut up a bit, though," he murmured against my lips, a teasing glint in his eyes as he pulled back slightly, gauging my reaction.

In that moment, the world around us faded, and all that mattered was the undeniable connection that had just formed between us—a bond forged in love, magic, and an eternal promise.

╰┈➤𝔗𝔞𝔢𝔥𝔶𝔲𝔫𝔤\𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩

I snorted, shaking my head as I watched her squirm beneath me. "Calm down," I said for what felt like the millionth time, but her frantic movements only made me grip her wrists tighter.

She was like a bird caught in a trap, flapping desperately, and I couldn't help but laugh at the sight. "Stop acting like a sacrificial lamb!" I teased, enjoying the way her eyes widened in fear.

"What are you so afraid of? Of me?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Of course I'm afraid! I..." she started, her voice trembling, but I could see the fire behind her fear, the excitement waiting to burst forth.

"Don't worry. Don't you know that fear will turn into pleasure in an instant?" I smirked, my heart racing at the thought. I wanted to show her just how exhilarating this could be.

"No! Wait a second! What are you?" She protested, but it was like talking to a wall. Her resistance only fueled my determination.

With nimble fingers, I unbuttoned her blouse, and the hook of her bra gave way effortlessly under my touch.

I could feel the tension in the air shift as I leaned closer, savoring the moment. This was where the line blurred—between fear and desire.

I wanted to take her to a place where those two feelings danced together, and I was going to show her just how thrilling it could be.

I felt her body tense under my touch, her skin radiating warmth as my hand found its way to her breast. I could sense the shudders that rippled through her.

"What, are you ashamed?" I whispered, my voice low and teasing against her ear. Something was intoxicating about this power dynamic—her vulnerability only heightened my desire.

"Do you feel embarrassed for this consecrated place?" I added with a mischievous smile, watching her reaction closely. "Or does it rather turn you on?"

She didn't answer, and I could tell she was caught in a whirlwind of emotions—fear, tension, and something else that made her tremble in a way I had never seen before.

I loved the effect I had on her. Trying to pull away, she attempted to escape again, but I wasn't about to let her go. I held her firmly on all fours, my grip assertive yet careful, as I took control.

With one hand, I cupped her face, forcing her to meet my gaze, while the other traveled down to more sensitive areas, teasingly exploring.

The moment my fingers brushed against her, a jolt of electricity coursed through her, making her gasp.

I couldn't help but laugh as her attempts to stifle the moans bubbling up from her throat failed spectacularly. "When did you learn to moan like this?" I chuckled, reveling in her frustration.

"It's useless to hold back; you have lust painted all over your face," I said, blowing softly against her neck. Her reaction was intoxicating, clouding my thoughts with primal urges.

The warmth radiating from her skin was almost overwhelming, and I could see the condensation forming in the air, a stark contrast to the chapel's relatively mild temperature.

Even as my hands roamed her body, raw and unyielding, I could sense her internal struggle. I flipped her onto her back, parting her legs, and the numbness in my belly mirrored hers—a powerful magnetism pulling us together.

I leaned closer, capturing her gaze once again. The heat between us was undeniable, blurring the lines of our reality, and all I could think about was how to make her embrace this overwhelming pleasure, whether she was ready for it or not.

As her instincts kicked in, I felt her searching for my lips, and in that moment, my world shifted. The fear that had hung between us began to dissipate, replaced by a magnetic pull that drew us closer together.

"I don't care what happens," she murmured, and I could feel her body vibrating against mine, a perfect harmony of tension and desire.

I caressed her cheek, my fingers lingering on her soft skin, the touch igniting something deep within me. A warm haze enveloped us, mixing torpor with a sweetness that left me breathless.

In that instant, I was struck by the realization that I loved her.

With a swift motion, she wrapped her arm around my neck, locking me in place as she met my gaze with an intensity that made my heart race.

I felt like I was diving into stormy waters, searching for something beneath the surface. I let myself be pulled deeper into her eyes, wanting to discover the truth hidden within.

It was a dangerous journey, one that could lead to revelation or ruin, yet I was willing to take that risk.

As I swam through the depths of her gaze, I caught a glimpse of him—a light flickering within the darkness. It shone faintly, like a flame struggling to survive in a cage.

I could see the remnants of the angel she once was, fighting against the shadows that surrounded us. Was it the last flicker of goodness in my otherwise haughty and resentful heart?

The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I had lived in darkness for so long, but there, in her eyes, I found a reflection of hope, a spark of something pure.

I wanted to protect that light, to let it grow and guide us both out of the shadows. She was my contradiction, my salvation, and as I leaned closer, I knew I had to let her in, no matter the cost.

I knew her body struggled to accept me, a truth as undeniable as the twisted aura I emanated. The chapel cross hung above us, its symbolism mocking my nature, but at that moment, it seemed to turn upside down, surrendering to the darkness that surrounded us.

My devilish essence pulsed around it, thick and intoxicating, as I watched her, a mixture of fear and curiosity flickering in her eyes.

"What's happening?" she asked, her voice trembling. I couldn't help but chuckle, a dark, resonant sound that echoed in the sacred space.

Leaning closer, I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin against my lips.

"Close your eyes, Lisa," I commanded softly, the words slipping from my mouth like a spell. She swallowed hard but nodded, trusting me despite the danger that loomed.

As her eyelids fluttered shut, I traced the contours of her face with the tip of my finger, reveling in the softness beneath my touch.

With a deft movement, I marked her skin, an upside-down cross appearing where my nail met her flesh. It glowed faintly—a sigil of my intent, signifying her acceptance of me.

I watched as the mark etched itself onto her body, feeling the tension ripple through her. I knew how hard it was for a human to accept the possession of a devil, but I was determined.

I had already taken control of her heart; soon, I would possess her body and then her mind, ultimately claiming her very soul.

The air thickened with unspoken fears and desires as I leaned closer, my breath ghosting over her skin.

"You feel it, don't you?" I murmured, my voice low and husky. "That pull, that desire to surrender? It's just the beginning."

I could see the conflict waging within her. She was a tempest of emotion, torn between the remnants of her humanity and the allure of my darkness.

I yearned to drown her in my power, to envelop her in a haze where nothing else mattered but the bond we were forging.

"Trust me, Lisa," I whispered, letting the words sink deep into her subconscious. "Embrace what you feel. It's the only way to truly know me."

As I gazed into her closed eyes, I could almost see the battle within her—the flicker of fear giving way to an undeniable thrill.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear, my voice a seductive whisper. "Let go. Let me take you to a place beyond your wildest dreams."

Her breath hitched, and I knew then that I was getting closer to breaking down her defenses. The mark was merely the first step.

Soon, she would be mine in every sense, and together we would plunge into a darkness so profound, it would forever alter the course of our souls.

But then, as she felt something pressing against her, the tension, anxiety, and fear surged back within her, and she fainted in my arms.

Just then, Elpass burst through the chapel door, his presence erupting into the solemn atmosphere like a madman. "My Lord! I discovered something absurd! Actually, Jimin is—"

"Archangel Jimin?" I interrupted, glancing at him while I finished buttoning the last button of my shirt, my gaze flickering to the unconscious form of Lisa sprawled across one of the benches in the central nave.

Once I secured my shirt, I effortlessly scooped her into my arms, as if she weighed no more than a feather. Elpass's eyes widened as he took in the scene, his cheeks flushing with an embarrassment that struck me as amusing.

"So she managed to... well, to respect the pact, my Lord?" He stammered, his voice tinged with awe.

I shook my head, a wry smile tugging at my lips as my disheveled black hair fell over my forehead. "No, she passed out just a moment ago. This girl is really a disaster," I said, cradling her with a tenderness I had not expected. "But she is mine."

With that, I leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her eyelid, a fleeting connection that felt almost sacred. Elpass watched us, dazed and bewildered as if he couldn't fully comprehend the scene unfolding before him.

I noticed his astonishment and, with a hint of irritation, asked, "What the hell are you looking at?"

"Uh, nothing, excuse me," he muttered, shaking himself out of his stupor.

Ignoring him, I commanded in a dry tone, "Let's go," and turned to leave the chapel. Elpass followed closely behind, still visibly astonished by the intimacy of the moment.

As we walked, I focused on my magic, weaving it around the chapel. The cross, once a symbol of everything I defied, shifted back into its rightful place, a final act of restoration amid the chaos.

The air shimmered with the remnants of my power, and I felt a surge of satisfaction at correcting what had been disrupted.

With Lisa in my arms, I moved through the darkened halls, the weight of our intertwined fates heavy in the air.

I could feel her presence, even in her unconscious state, a warm reminder of the bond we were forging, one that would stretch far beyond mere flesh and blood.

As we stepped out into the world beyond, I knew that this was just the beginning of a journey fraught with danger, desire, and the tantalizing promise of what was yet to come.

As I dissolved into darkness, the familiar pull of my power guided me through the shadows until I materialized in Lisa's room.

The gentle light of the moon streamed through the window, casting soft patterns across her peaceful face. With careful precision, I laid her down on the bed, watching her chest rise and fall in a serene rhythm.

A smile tugged at my lips; she looked utterly enchanting in her slumber.

Elpass materialized beside me, his expression a mix of admiration and confusion. "My Lord, you left her without touching her," he remarked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility of the moment.

I turned my gaze to him, my brow arching slightly as I settled Lisa into the blankets. "I want her to witness our mating. You know she is human; it will take time for her body to accept my presence fully," I replied, my tone laced with a deep-seated longing.

Elpass nodded, his curiosity evident. "So, what is done feels... different," he mused, a hint of realization dawning on him.

I nodded, the weight of my words hanging in the air. "We have our eternal peace. She has given her heart to me." The truth resonated within me, a powerful affirmation of the connection we shared.

The room felt charged, as if the very walls were holding their breath, waiting for the moment when our worlds would collide completely.

My gaze lingered on Lisa's sleeping form, the vulnerability and innocence of her humanity a stark contrast to the dark essence that surrounded us.

Yet, it was that very humanity that drew me in, sparking an insatiable hunger to possess her entirely.

"Elpass, prepare for what's to come," I instructed, my voice firm and unwavering. "We stand on the precipice of something extraordinary, and I will not let her slip away."

As I watched over her, I felt the tendrils of my power entwining with hers, slowly weaving our fates together.

It was only a matter of time before she would awaken to the truth of our bond, and when that moment arrived, she would know the depths of my desire and the darkness that thrummed beneath my surface.

I stood in the shadows, the weight of anticipation heavy in the air as I watched Lisa sleep, her breath soft and rhythmic.

The stillness of the room enveloped us, creating a cocoon that shielded us from the outside world. I could feel the pulsing energy between us, a delicate thread connecting our fates.

Elpass shifted nervously beside me, his eyes darting between Lisa and the door as if he expected someone to interrupt our moment.

"What will happen when she wakes up?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with concern.

I turned to him, my gaze unwavering. "When she awakens, she will feel the change. My presence will be undeniable, and she will know that her heart has bound itself to me."

A dark thrill ran through me at the thought of her realization, the slow unraveling of her fear and confusion as she embraced her new reality.