#• . desideria · long fics!

[dxmoness]

─────── THE DEMON I CLING TO

━━━━ anastacius de alger obelia. manhwa. wmmap

‣ mentions of reader killing some people! . ୨:୧

‣ m.list . recent works . wmmap. ━━━━

They say the emperor has one face. One of pure evil and coldness of the soul. While this is a hundred and a half percent a perfect statement, there are times when this is not the case.

You see they are wrong at most. Sure, Anastacius has one face to most except one person.

Now here is the most interesting part, some would assume if this was the case it could, would and should be his wife who he shows to faces with, right? Wrong. For the person he shows his most emotion to is you.

Perhaps it was your beauty? That was the assumption you had made since day one. Though it was a wrong assumption, Anastacius has no interest in changing it. Letting you think that perhaps at most this is the case. But there is more behind his obsession with you than just your looks. It is the mere fact that you would do anything for him that comes close. That comes next to the point of your beauty. You'd do anything for him as his most loyal retainer, his sweet little assistant and he'd kill for you. Just as you would for him.

If you weren't someone of such high status such as his assistant, he'd make you his concubine. He really would but you both had jobs to do. Jobs that were too much of a risk to mess up.

You had stayed by his side until his supposed end. During this time, when he was about to be killed, he asked you to run off and catch a few of his rebellious foes. A case in which you were victorious over as he expects. But just as you come back you find a scene you'll never forget. A death crime against the emperor.

At first you believed the news. He's dead. But the thing was…no one knew where the body was and who took it if it ever was taken at all.

It doesn't take long before the day his wake opens, you head in the middle of the night to see, to hear. But the only thing your eyes met was the eyes of a man so happy to see you once more.

During the days of his hiding, you visit from time to time. Bringing gifts and some of his old treasury alongside your wonderful attitude towards his bidding. It was a great sight for him and for you.

Though you didn't have any form of attraction to him, it doesn't take a while before you do eventually. You two marry after a while, a marriage hidden from the public's eye. But a marriage needed two witnesses. The only save for this one rule was Roger Alpheus and his wife's presence at your wedding. They questioned nothing. No words were said but cheers and flattery. It was easy to see that the duchess did not quite enjoy the sight of the marriage, but they had little choice as to follow the former emperor's will.

It is now another day and you were called to the Alpheus house as they have informed you of Anastacius’ presence there as their guest. Surely the plan to take back the kingdom that was his was in action now, wasn't it?

You enter and the first thing you see is a beautiful replica of a daughter. ‘Oh… this is…’ The face and features were terribly unmistakable. She looked like Penelope and Anastacius combined. It made you feel a pang of jealousy but also pity for the girl. To be born by dark magic was not a good thing. You spoke kindly to her asking her for the directions to the duke's office. She obliges with much delight as to see a lady in the house. She's lonely. It was clear as day to you. A ghost of a smile appears on your lips and you two find your way to the duke. You pat her head in gratitude before you head over in, waving to her before you do so.

"I see you've met Jenette." Roger spoke to you, his tone is as icy as could be. As expected from him. He was very cautious towards you, though it was unclear why. Perhaps because you were someone who could kill him within minutes of his words just being displayed? Either way it didn't matter. Fear was fear.

Anastacius is propped on the couch, one leg across his knee. His lips were curled up partly in an almost smile towards you that stayed there the moment you lay afoot in this room.

You bow respectfully towards his presence before the words come rolling out of your mouth. "Why have I been summoned here?" Though it was the least formal of gestures, your husband did not mind. You two have parted for too long.

He stands up and his footfalls are heard, making their way towards the female known as his adoring wife. His eyes are filled with warmth as he lifts your chin with ease. "Why so serious, my treasure?" His words are soft and sweet to the ears, the complete opposite of what the duke hears every day, you assume with much delight. "Humor me with a smile, dearest." He whispered again before his lips met hers. His lips are soft and his taste sweet like his tone. His hand moved down to hug her waist and pull her close. The other goes to the back of her neck to pull her firmly towards him and keep her to him until he has his fill.

When he pulls away, he is met with your flushing face. It is enough to make him laugh and stroke your hair. "Well then, shall we begin the planning?" He says, turning to the duke who bobs his head in assent.

–

During the attempts of the plan, you became close with Jenette. To the point that she, Jenette, saw you as her mother and family that she never had. She was still blissfully unaware of Anastacius being her father and it was not a problem for Ana that you were becoming her mother figure. After all, the sooner the better no?

When Anastacius finally came forward and told Jenette who he was to her, it became easier to see you both as her parents. Everything was perfect. The plan was going well… not.

When the plan was proven unsuccessful, Anastacius was sentenced to death now. You had completely lost it when it occurred. It burned you truly. All you wanted was a life with him and Jenette, was that too much to ask?

You even went as far as praying to the deities for their forgiveness. And your prayers were heard. You found that Jenette had begged the emperor's daughter for sparing her father and instead bringing both of them far from the kingdom. Of course, this includes you too. You were quick to agree to the new arrangement.

It was hard at first, leaving the only empire you knew as home but it was better than your husband disappearing.

"Darling?" Anastacius snaps you out of your reverie. His fingers caressed your cheek now.

"Yes?" You say quietly, giving into his loving touch and warmth.

"I asked if you were alright." He said calmly, but there was a small noticeable note of worry in his tone.

"Oh, yes of course." You smile warmly at him. His heartbeat picks up at sight of you. He was deeply and truly in love with you and it showed well. "Are you?"

"Mhm." He hums, pressing his face against your chest. Your skin is warm against his own body. "I'm just thinking…what about another kid?"

"Huh?!" You flush bright red at the thought and this brings a laugh bubbling in Anastacius.

He smirks before he kisses you, implying the action that there was no return to this conversation. It was official that you two were making kids.

"Jenette needs siblings, you know." "I hate you." "I love you too~."

─────── NOTE?!

final word count? 1,333 words! This was only supposed to exceed at least 500+ 😭 I think I got a bit out of track qwq

─────── TAGLIST?!

@primordixl , @lvmxlee

[siilvan]

OC File: Mylène "Petra" Scholten de Ridder

gorgeous renders by the amazing wonderful phenomenal lovely @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot <33

finally posting my oc to cope with mw3... i've had her since november '22, didn't even mention her name to anyone until august lol. i've never had the confidence (or skill) to do this, so i'm thanking all of my mutuals with their wonderful ocs for giving me the strength to do it, even if they don't know it <3

note: despite petra being reader's callsign in bloodsport, it is not intended to be my oc. so far, the only fics that petra properly appears in are desideria and fortuna redux. i know it's confusing and i'm sorry 😭 more of her (and others) in the future!

very long post BTC...

edit: completely forgot to include this— credit to cptnprice for the file!!

GENERAL

Name: Mylène "Petra" Scholten de Ridder

Nicknames/Aliases: Petra, Doc, Bravo 0-5, MEDINT 5, Leni (by friends/family)

Rank: Lieutenant (since 2015)

Gender: Female

Birth Date: June 29, 1990

Nationality: Dutch

Affiliations: Royal Netherlands Army, Korps Commandotroepen, Task Force 141, Coalition (Warcom), SpecGru

Birthplace: Rotterdam, Netherlands

Current Residence: The Hague, Netherlands

APPEARANCE

Hair Color: Golden Brown

Eye Color: Blue (right), Green (left)

Height: 5'7" (1.70 m)

Weight: 160 lbs (72 kg)

Build: Athletic, hourglass (hips. That's all.)

Blood Type: O-

Marks: Various tattoos (pictured below), scar on cheek

Faceclaim: Rianne Haspels (Carlotta Champagne for body)

DETAILS

Sexuality: Unlabeled (prefers men)

Languages: Dutch (native), English (C2), Spanish (A2), French (B2), German (C1), Danish (C1), Russian (B2), Arabic (B1)

Education: Biochemistry BS from the University of Amsterdam, Biochemistry MSc from the University of Copenhagen

Preferred Hairstyles: Low bun or Dutch braid for missions, 3-strand braid or loose for everyday

Preferred Mission Attire: Anything from jeans and a turtleneck, to slim cargos and a tank top, to proper combat fatigues. Dresses for the weather, but hates anything baggy. Prefers to wear black and green, occasionally wears white, tan, or blue. Very athletic style.

Preferred Civilian Attire: Usually dresses fairly casual. Jeans, cargos, leather pants, leggings. Plain t-shirts, henleys, turtlenecks, off-shoulder tops. Wears bomber jackets or hoodies. Mostly wears black, green, or white. Likes feeling comfortable but cute when she's off the clock.

Favorite Color: Evergreen

Favorite Flower: Magnolia

PERSONALITY

Myers-Briggs Type: ENFJ-T. Extraverted, intuitive, feeling, judging, and turbulent. Petra prioritizes the better of the group over personal benefit and strives to have a positive impact on the world and the people around her. Happy to lead or follow, but preferring to guide others, she is a self-identified humanitarian with a pipe dream of world peace. Reliability, tolerance, passion, and altruism ultimately conflict with overthinking, stubbornness, perfectionism, and indecisiveness – Petra is both helped and hindered by the idea of what things can be or could have been.

FAMILY

Father: Colonel Hendrik "Chimera" Scholten de Ridder. Former KCT commander and military legend-turned terrorist. (deceased)

Mother: Johanna Scholten de Ridder (née van den Bos). Former MEDINT analyst for the BVD and MID. (deceased)

Brother: Sergeant Emiel "Nightfall" Scholten de Ridder. KCT operative and specialist in anything covert; never misses a shot. Ally of TF141, rarely stays in any one place for long due to the nature of his assignments.

Uncle: Unnamed paternal uncle. Father's younger brother, civilian military engineer. Lost his life in a terrorist attack in the mid-1990s. (deceased)

Aunt: Special Agent Merel "Songbird" van den Bos. Mother's older sister, former agent for the BVD and MID. Specialist in foreign relations and espionage. May or may not be living in the USA and married to Frank Woods (spoiler: she is).

Grandfather: General Emiel Scholten de Ridder. Paternal grandfather, former commander of the Royal Netherlands Army. Yes, her brother is named after him. (deceased)

SKILLS

Fighting Style: Adaptable, but prefers to keep her distance. Studied kickboxing, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Krav Maga in her youth – CQC is influenced by these.

Weapons: Can use whatever is available. Is oddly talented with a quarterstaff despite none of her training involving it.

Preferred Weapons: M4 (Hightower 20" Barrel, Schlager PEQ Box IV laser, Cronen Mini Pro optic, Corio Precio Factory stock), X12, Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife, karambit, throwing knives

Special Skills: Specializes in MEDINT analysis, trauma/medical care, chemical warfare, hostage rescue, asset protection, and foreign military assistance. Can act as a translator. Has received training in sniping, espionage, and stealth combat from allies. Is notorious for her strong fortitude. Very versatile.

Hobbies: Art, cooking, baking, reading, sports (baseball, climbing, kickboxing, swimming, ice skating), music (drums), studying languages

Former Hobbies: Did ballet and gymnastics in her youth. Still enjoys both, doesn't have the time to practice either. Has decent equilibrium thanks to them.

TRIVIA

The name Mylène can mean "merciful", Scholten refers to a schout (government official that handled administration of justice), and de Ridder means "the knight".

Her callsign Petra means "rock, stone" and is not implying that she's a stony person! She earned her callsign due to her high tolerance and endurance; she's also uniquely durable, often recovering from or withstanding injuries that would leave others in worse condition. It's a bit supernatural, don't worry about it.

Was introduced to drumming by her Uncle Frank when she was little. It's canon to me.

Mylène looks like a carbon copy of her aunt, sans some details like hair and eye color. She's also more well-built than her aunt thanks to being in the military.

Has a bunch of small rituals, habits, and very specific ways of doing things thanks to her OCD – nothing too crazy (she has no choice but to manage these thanks to her career), but you'll start to notice them if you're around her enough.

Has polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS). She's learned ways to lessen the symptoms and has an IUD that helps immensely, but it's why she still has a decent amount of fat on her body despite working out religiously. (Not projecting my issues shh)

Doesn't date often due to her career and personal reservations. Prefers someone older, though. (I'm not projecting shh x2)

Keeps a journal on her at almost all times. Inside of it is anything from basic medical info for her allies, random drawings, important notes, etc. Likes to pretend it's organized, but it's not. At all.

Skipped a year in primary school, hence why she graduated at 17 instead of 18 despite attending a VWO school.

It was painfully obvious that she learned her Russian in school before she met Nikolai. After he laughed at her, he taught her how to sound more "natural" – AKA, he taught her almost exclusively profanity.

Bouncing off that, she's Mrs. Worldwide. Petra's unintentionally picked up so much slang from her coworkers.

Her favorite genres of literature are romance and philosophy. She can read outrageous smut with a straight face, but blushes and grins over fluffy stuff. Tries to read books in other languages to practice, too!

Will not touch any drug with a 10-foot pole. Same goes for tobacco, she's the type to dramatically cough if the team smokes around her. She's very health-conscious!!

TATTOOS

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Tattoo One (Hands) I'm not going to lie... originally gave Petra the tattoo (two, actually – she has it on both hands) because I loved Freya's tattoos in GOW and the design is inspired by those. From an in-universe standpoint, it was her first tattoo (age 17) and she just wanted something simple that could be hidden under her gloves to prevent fading. Has to get them touched up every now and then.

Tattoo Two (Right Arm) Full sleeve of willow branches, florals, and butterflies. There's a lot of symbolism in this one. The butterflies represent transformation, hope, and rebirth; the willow branches symbolize a new life, protection, flexibility, and adaptability; the flowers embody anything from growth, joy, transience, hope, love, and death.

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Tattoo Three (Left Bicep) Two-headed snake with flowers! I don't think I need to rhapsodize about the florals again, so I'll skip to the snake. Depending on the culture, a two-headed serpent can represent wildly different things. It's a symbol of rebirth and resurrection, with each head representing earth and the underworld. It can symbolize indecision and conflicting ideas. Duality, balance, power, healing, insight, and deeper awareness; snakes were often seen as a spiritual messenger, and the dual nature of a two-headed serpent represents learning from both positive and negative experiences. (if I see any "heehoo konni" comments, I will blow up the sun, this ain't about him babygirls 😔)

Tattoo Four (Left Inner Forearm) Compass with an arrow! The symbolism is pretty obvious, I think... Direction, guidance, and navigation; the compass arrow combines the arrow's representation of direction and forward movement and the compass' symbolism of finding your way and staying on course. Together, it represents the idea that, no matter how far away you are, your arrow will always hit its target – even when losing your way, you'll always be able to overcome adversity and find your way back.

BACKGROUND

⋆ CW: themes of child abuse, violence, SA (marked with ***) and overall mary sue levels of tragedy

Born on June 29, 1990 in the city of Rotterdam, Netherlands, to Hendrik Scholten de Ridder and Johanna Scholten de Ridder, Mylène had a normal – if not privileged, thanks to her family's prominent histories – early childhood. At the age of 3, her brother, Emiel, was born. Known to be a clever, compassionate girl, Mylène took to the "big sister" role with ease.

Her father was a captain from a distinguished military family with the callsign "Chimera", who ascended to the rank of colonel and commanded the Royal Netherlands Army’s special forces unit, the Korps Commandotroepen. Her mother was a medical intelligence analyst for the AIVD and MIVD (then-known as the BVD and MID) with a family history in government and politics.

In the late fall of 1999, when Mylène was only 9 years old, she came home from school and discovered her mother's corpse, having been killed by enemies of her father originally seeking to hold the family for ransom. This event, paired with the traumas he sustained over his years in the military, drove her father to "near insanity" as he became consumed with paranoia and grief. The rest of her and her brother's adolescence was defined by the trauma of her father's abuse; he subjected the siblings to rigorous physical and psychological training in order to mold them into "perfect soldiers" and prevent any further loss.

Despite this, her father was publicly viewed as a war hero. He would often leave the two alone when he was on deployment, forcing Mylène to care for herself and her brother with nothing more than a roof over their heads and grocery money provided. The siblings developed an unbreakable bond during this time that would extend into their adulthoods, rendering them a synergic duo both at home and in the field.

After finishing secondary school at 17, Mylène enlisted in the Royal Netherlands Army. She also studied at the University of Amsterdam – taking online classes – and eventually graduated with a BS in Biochemistry. She spent 3 years serving in various military hospitals, clinics, and field units under the 400 Medical Battalion, until she joined selection for the KCT in 2011. She was swiftly recognized for her high tolerance, natural interpersonal skills, and advanced aptitude for MEDINT analysis; she passed selection with top marks, setting several records during the infamous "hell week" exercise.

Mylène operated as a combat medic until August 2013, when she worked with the British SAS's Unit Bravo under the command of Captain John Price. Despite the joint team being greatly reduced in number and separated after a series of heavy artillery attacks from enemy forces, Mylène managed to provide emergency medical care and calm leadership as her party made its way to the rendezvous point that Price's group was defending.

After the joint operation concluded, Price took an interest in her, deciding to train her as a sniper and teach her how to better use her skills in combat. The two quickly developed a close relationship built upon mutual trust and a desire to fight for what's right, regardless of rules or orders. At some point after this, her unflappable nature and composure when faced with challenging conditions earned her the callsign "Petra".

*** By 2014, Mylène was in a several year-long relationship with a National Reserve Corps (NATRES) NCO named Florian Van Aller. On February 14 of that year, he suddenly came to her with an idea that left her speechless: "sharing" her with his unit. Despite his insistence and attempt to pressure her into it, Mylène refused, ending the relationship. They met on base the next day after Florian messaged her claiming to want to apologize – when she came face-to-face with him and his mentor, Captain Jozef Daalmans, she realized what she had been told was a lie.

*** Although the captain's only involvement was restraining her and watching, Mylène felt violated by both men. She was left at the scene, battered and ashamed, until the last person she expected to help found her – Colonel Hendrik Scholten de Ridder. In a rare act that she now describes as "the last time she ever saw her real father," he comforted her and took her to the hospital, where Mylène received treatment for the injuries she sustained in the assault. She never spoke of the incident afterwards, leaving herself, her father, and her attackers as the only people privy to it.

In early 2015, an assault team led by Chimera and Petra on an enemy submarine revealed that there was a traitor within the unit. The entire team, save for Chimera and Petra themselves, was killed onboard the vessel. The traitor was eventually discovered to be Chimera himself, with Petra as the only witness to his admission and subsequent attempt to bury her, and any incriminating evidence, at sea. With her father in the wind and knowing that her word alone wouldn't be enough to implicate him for his crimes, Petra contacted Captain Price, telling him: "You're the only person I can trust."

An unsanctioned operation to capture or kill Chimera was planned by the two, with the help of her brother – now a KCT operative nicknamed "Nightfall" – and Nikolai, a trusted contact of Price's. The small team managed to track the Colonel and his supporters to a base deep in the Alps, where they successfully wiped out the entire group and killed Chimera. After this mission, Petra felt indebted to Price and Nikolai, considering them two of the few people she could trust implicitly.

From then on, Petra lent her services to various humanitarian groups in an effort to provide protection and medical care on missions around the globe. With expertise in frontline trauma and medical care, hostage rescue, asset protection, medical intelligence analysis, chemical warfare, and the training and advising of foreign military units, Petra proved to be an elite operative capable of remaining calm in even the most dire scenarios. She’s been awarded the Military William Order, the Bronze Lion, the Bronze Cross, and the Cross of Merit for both covert and overt operations, establishing herself as a minor legend within the elite commando corps.

However, a little over a year after the unsanctioned operation in the Alps, Petra was captured and imprisoned by Ultranationalist forces. She was regularly tortured during her captivity, often by Vladimir Makarov, whom she now sarcastically describes as "a lovely man."

Sometime in mid-2017, Petra was yet-again assigned to a unit led by Price, tasked with infiltrating and securing an Al-Qatala base located in Kastovia. Another member of the unit was Nightfall, serving as the team's scout sniper. During the mission, while providing overwatch, Nightfall's radio was suddenly cut off. When the rest of the team finally reached his location to investigate, several IEDs planted in the area went off and forced the group to retreat. Petra attempted a rescue, but was prevented from doing so by Price, as it was too dangerous. Demolition teams cleared the area the following day. Once it was safe to extract Nightfall, however, the recovery team found nothing.

With her brother declared dead in absentia, Petra chose to abandon the special forces. She went back to school and earned an MSc in Biochemistry at the University of Copenhagen, refusing to contact any of her former allies so as to avoid being dragged back into the military.

In April 2019, Petra was tracked down in Denmark by Price, who informed her of Vladimir Makarov's plans in Verdansk and urged her to join the SAS team being sent to stop him. After thorough convincing, she agreed to come back for one more mission, seeking revenge against the man that tortured her years ago.

Petra was later handpicked for the task force Price established alongside CIA Station Chief Kate Laswell following the death of General Roman Barkov in November 2019. She was once again sought out by Price – and Nikolai, who was the "final nail in the coffin," according to Price – and convinced to join the team as a commanding officer.

About a month later, Laswell pinpointed the location of a prison in Georgia believed to be used by Al-Qatala to hold POWs. Reconnaissance of the prison confirmed this and the identity of several of the prisoners; Nightfall was identified as one of the POWs. Petra, leading an elite KCT unit, raided the location shortly thereafter, securing the captives, Nightfall, and intel about Al-Qatala's plans.

Between the invasion of Verdansk, Las Almas, and a burgeoning war with Konni group... Petra has fully committed herself to Task Force 141, willing to save the world or die trying.

[kunikida-week]

The countdown has begun! In a little over four months will be the kickoff for the second annual Kunikida Week!

The Prompts:

Day 1 | Thursday 24 August ballast - [noun] anything that gives mental, moral, or political stability or steadiness specter - [noun] some object or source of fear or dread

Day 2 | Friday 25 August Elysian - [adjective] beautiful or creative; divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect kalopsia - [noun] the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are

Day 3 | Saturday 26 August periphrasis - [noun] the use of an unnecessarily long or roundabout form of expression thantophobia - [noun] an abnormal fear of losing someone whom one loves

Day 4 | Sunday 27 August idiosyncrasy - [noun] a characteristic, habit, mannerism, or the like that is peculiar to an individual asomatous - [adjective] having no material body; incorporeal

Day 5 | Monday 28 August ibidem - [adverb] in the same book, chapter, page, etc.; literally, “in the aforementioned place” desiderium - [noun] (pl. desideria) an ardent longing, as for something lost

Day 6 | Tuesday 29 August pragmatist - [noun] a person who is oriented toward the success or failure of a particular line of action, thought, etc.; a practical person enervate - [verb] to deprive of force or strength; to destroy the vigor of; to weaken

Day 7 | Wednesday 30 August consanguinity - [noun] a close relationship or connection Free Prompt!

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[dxmoness]

HEY HEY-

( This is like an idea inspired from the rp chats I have with oc and ai Rezef- You already know who am I)

An engaged enemies to lovers with Rezef Hill? Where name comes from a noble household that has a great influence in the empire- That at first they were like on each other's throats but then they began warming up and become allies as they share the same goal of just wanting to overthrow and humiliate the heinreich duchy? But then meanwhile they continue with their plan to make Rezef the emperor with name's help, the two of them just happen to start falling in love but don't know how to bring that up due to the fear of rejection?

You can make it either a drabble or hc, Idm! And pls take your time <33

Your health matters 🫶

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈 | 𝐑. 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋

[ AUTHOR NOTE ] Hope this doesn't flop 🥹

[ WARNINGS ] murder, hateful attitude + thoughts.

[ READER PRONOUNS ] she/her

[ WRITING STYLE ] desideria · long fic!

I hate you. That was all Name could think as she watched herself get married to him. The crowned prince stood in front of her, his eyes filled with absolute hatred.

"I do." Those words. Hollow, empty words. None of them meant it. When he leaned closer to kiss reluctantly, their lips interlocked in a barely meaning anything way of kissing.

The post wedding ball was a blur as the two were escorted for their first night together. The moment the door was closed, Rezef lashed out. Pissed off. She ducked his hit as he seemed aggravated.

"Looks like someone's mad." Name mocked as Rezef looked at her with pure hatred in his eyes. He steps closer before he grabs a fistful of her hair. "Shut up." He practically shouts as he pulled her hair. Tears swelled as she was completely in pain but her pride prevented her from those near waterworks.

Rezef smiles sadistically as he lets go of her hair before he sat down on the bed. His sapphire eyes ablaze with anger. "Now. Shall we discuss what we'll do in this relationship?" His tone meant no talking back as she could only so much as bob her head in assent despite wanting to lash out so much words towards him.

He grins with delight as he nods. "Good." He chuckles darkly. "As we both know we hate each other, I don't love you and you don't love me." She nods at this again. It was true. "Since this is the case we will only act like a couple when our parents are near. When they aren't, we'll act like complete strangers. Understood?"

She nods in affirmation. "Understood." Rezef smirked. "Very well, looks like we've come to an agreement now. Be a good doll and sleep on the floor tonight." Fuck you. She said mentally as she watched him lay down and get comfortable.

The next day she awoke from a very exhausting night. She barely got any sleep, she sighed as she rubbed her back.

This was gonna be a long life now that she knew what she was dealing with.

The good thing was that they rarely came close. Separate rooms, different schedules. Everything fit right where they should. No problem problems for everyday activities as they had different duties and they were rarely called for tea with emperor.

It was perfect. Until they both found the interest of taking down the Heinrich duchy a similar goal. This was when they decided to join forces. And only for this moment, once it was over they would go back to the old schedule.

That was what they originally thought. Because when they managed to figure out how to fit each other's talents and strengths to the puzzle. This started the relationship they thought they'd never make. The feelings they thought would never be brewed.

Rezef was quick to notice on his feelings when Name was around. He was more relaxed than before. It was if she lifted burdens of the things he couldn't do as she just fit right in. Watching her work her magic, theorizing and strategizing needed and unneeded attacks where enough to make him see that he needed her for the Empire's sake. Even for his own.

As for Name, Name found his actions ever so startling when all the bickering stopped. She found favour in his perfectionist views when it came to the number of agents to place in the mission or the people they should trust.

When it was over, could they possibly do what they promised to each other then? Just the small thought of returning to their once fruitless marriage tore each apart.

So they wouldn't. But they couldn't tell each other their reasons. In fear of being still hated by the other.

"Rezef?" Name looks up to see her husband by the door of her room. It was an odd sight. Much more unusual for the guards by the door, she thinks as she gets up.

Rezef watches her come closer. He does not deny that she was beautiful. He was lost in the thought of admiring her that he hadn't realized what Name asked. "What?" He blinks finally returning to reality.

"Are you okay?" She repeated the question. "Yes." "Then what are you-" Rezef couldn't hold himself any longer, his lips pressed on hers engulfing her into sharing a heated and passionate kiss. One that told both of them what they needed to know.

They were in love and there was no denying that now.

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　⤹　ooo — introduction. . .

darkness looms the night now. you're running from the gloomy hands of death. suddenly a hand grabs you and pulls you close. a hand covers your mouth and your vision fades. your last memory is the glowing red eyes. ↺

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　⤹　you open your eyes and a blinding light stands before you. fingers grasp yours as a female lifts you up. "are you alright?" she asks, the red eyes turn back to purple, a gleaming gaze stares towards you once more. can you trust or can you not? that is entirely up to you.

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─────── RISE AND FALL.

‣ the thorned mistress . 001

The rose is now bloomed beautifully, now comes the hard part... It's Withering.

Despondency spread across the far depths of Wither and onwards. Every shadow holding host to dangerous beings of all shapes and sizes.

Its ruler was a complete careless tyrant who cares not a fig about the subjects he was supposed to rule with confidence and skill.

His incapability to listen to the people brought their rebellious acts to his doorstep. But attempts were met with disappointment to most for all those who attempted such rebellious masquerades were placed in a high level of pure bloodshed from left and right.

This continued on and on until one clan finally stepped up and took the job. The clan everyone had assumed was on the side of the unforgivable tyrant came forward to bring the sunshine back to the empire. The clan of the phoenix's rise to power was not taken lightly.

The charlatans' were praised and given the throne with much delight. They who were graciously ill-judged by most illuded the man no one could and killed him brutally.

This deception earned them the throne and the traditions. After all, the Misherus freed them from a tyrant's grasp and killed him...or did they?

There have been many rumours that in actuality they didn't kill the emperor, rather kept him for other reasons. But these reasonings found no proof and were quickly dismissed by most who just refused to think on it anymore.

But this admiration and adoration was short-lived. For the longer the Misherus stayed intact on the throne, the more the people noticed traits that were not exactly the most liked parts, especially those of the elders’ points of views. An example would be the secret tests the Misherus' candidates for the throne. Every single one of the children were asked to do these dangerous awakenings just for the sake of an heir and not everyone enjoyed the traditions. Not to mention, they openly kill the daughters because they call them disappointments.

So now at present day, most started plotting against them and joining forces. Specifically the Damaris clan and the Tsuki clan joining together. Hiroshimas were part of the Misherus side while Hellfires remained quiet and did not go around but people assumed they are part of the Damaris clan's many allies for they all knew Akuma HellFire could barely fathom Roman Misheru. Now comes the last clan, most do not remember the name of it nor seen it. It has one last sole survivor. The female known as Yashira Misheru, wife of Roman and mother of his children.

Now this is where the story begins. Yashira was now pregnant with their second child. Their first had been triplets, all males as the elders enjoyed. Now was their second and it seemed it was another batch of triplets. This excited Yashira's husband who loved her with all his heart, but also worries them both. There was a possibility that one of these triplets in her belly could be a female and that was against any of the elders’ strict perspectives.

Roman runs now, the sounds of loud pained cries come to his ears. He had been alarmed at the news. It was early. Too early. She's only six moons into her pregnancy but now she's giving birth?

His running steps were heard as he shouts for everyone to move out of the way. Beads of sweat glisten on his skin as he stepped inside of his wife's chambers where a midwife sat helping his wife. Yashira's purple hues meet her husband's blue ones, her teeth were sunk onto her bottom lip while her hand lifts up, it was a sign that she wanted comfort and comfort he gave.

Roman stooped next to the bed, his fingers clasping hers. Her fingers gripped his tightly the moment they meet as she tried her hardest not to scream in pain or agony. Roman was quiet next to her. They were both holding onto the hope that she would make it out of this. Hope that the elders’ wishes would be met.

The first child comes out, then another, then the last. This was the one that mattered. Roman's eyes pick up the features and the look of the midwife's horrifying discovery reveals everything.

The last one was a daughter.

Even after the birthing was over, Yashira was still not calm or okay. For she had been taken by surprise and because of her daughter's reveal.

They'd kill her. They would. She has made haste to hope that the midwife would not mention the daughter to the elders, but the elders came quick and swift. They saw the disappointment and announced her execution soon. Yashira begged for mercy for her daughter but that too was ignored.

They would not change their mind. The execution would happen. Whether the couple liked it or not.

Now Yashira lay on her bed, her daughter sleeps comfortably on the space next to her. She reaches out and touches the soft skin that knot together in a sensitive way. Feeling her softly, a little more upwards and she could feel her heart beating from the head. Such a feeling brought her life...but such a child was not allowed to live. Her tears prick when she remembers what the elders told her. Do not name it and don't get attached. She will die in a day's time.

A day's time. They picked that for they knew she wouldn't have the strength to head to the execution and stop it. She begged Roman to do it for her, but even he simply does not answer. It hurts to think that such a young life would be brought downfall so fast.

Suddenly movement is heard from the window. A tap first, then a movement. Easing one's self into the small gap of the window and a male enters. His black hair glistens in the moonlight as he steps forward. "Yashira?" Akuma's voice is soft and quiet for he wasn't supposed to be here. Not now, not ever.

Yashira's eyes meet his red hues. A smile playing on her lips while she attempts to stand up, only dropping and flailing into Akuma's arms. "Akuma...what are you doing here?"

"I heard you went into labor." Akuma's tone was serious and concerned over her. "You should rest." He eased her to the bed as he picks up her fallen hair accessory and places it back on her beautiful white hair. His eyes linger towards the child on her bed, his eyes widen stunned and worried.

"This is..." "A daughter. They plan on killing her tomorrow and I...I don't know what to do." Yashira's eyes were filled with tears, it pained the male to see her like this. He wiped her tears as he sits next to her.

"May I?" He wanted to touch the child just once. Something about this little one was... interesting. Her aura, her magic within it was interesting.

Yashira allowed him to and he does. The moment his fingers just make contact with skin he automatically pulls back, a power beyond imagination pained him as soon as finger made contact with that skin. A pain was so great that Yashira was startled when he moved back, paralyzed for only a moment's time but it was noticeable to anyone.

"Aku?" "This child is powerful." He speaks, his voice low and filled with a panic. "This one needs to live, Yashira." He urges and it gives Yashira a start.

"Then...how?" "I don't know but you must find a way. This one cannot die." Akuma says.

Now came the execution. Everyone was here. Nobles gathered and commoners. Everyone was in a heap of pity and misery at the sight of another execution.

But an execution would not happen. Not today. Roman stands uncomfortably in front of the many nobles. He had a front row seat to the death of the child he helped make. His azure eyes are fixated on the fire. The fire that would kill the child quickly. His fingers lock onto the chair's arm the moment the elders enter holding the child. He hated this. He did not want this. His daughter will not and should not die.

A quick display is made. A slash of a blade. Gasps all around when Roman gets up from the position he had fallen from, arm holding his youngest child with a new level of protection. His sword gleamed with crimson, the blood coming from an elder whose arm now lay on the pavement. His voice is firm when he speaks. "I will not allow you to kill my daughter."

The elders are baffled. The crowd is horrified. The Devil is impressed. Roman takes the child and leaves.

"Well done." Akuma says to no one in particular as he disappears to return to his den.

Roman returns to Yashira, resting tired from all the crying she'd done that just stopped moments ago. "Yashira." He calls out softly. His wife's eyes open, red and puffy as they meet the bundle in her husband's arms.

"Roman...?" She sits up, her fingers reaching for the bundle that she needed to see, to feel. Her lips trembled. "How...?" She croaked out, tears streaming.

"I may have sliced off an elder's arm to take her." This made Yashira jerk up. "What?!" "It was either that or her getting killed Yashira."

His wife was quiet, too shocked to say anymore. Minutes later, she takes the bundle and hugs it. Not too tightly for the baby was still young and could get killed by just the slightest pressure.

"What should we name her?" Roman's voice is kind and warm now. He sits next to his wife, fingers caressing the his daughter's delicate skin.

"Sorana Duvessa Misheru."

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FALLEN IN LOVE WITH YOU | TTM.

[ INFO ] Not angst well kind of at some parts.

[ CHARACTERS ] Lucifer, Sorana, Arianne

[ WRITING STYLE ] desideria · long fics

A high window. A long ascent. A few taps of three. A swift movement. An easing figure. A soft landing.

He enters the room, eyes searching it to find the princess who called for him much to his irritation. Sorana sat by the side of the piano that stood there for her convenience, purple eyes staring at him.

"What did you call me here for?" Lucifer was irritated and he didn't bother hiding it. Sorana knew well enough to know that he hated her to a certainty.

"I have a proposition." Sorana said calmly, dismissing his disrespectful behaviour.

Lucifer stops by the lounge that stood by the piano. He sits there, waiting. "What is it?" He was annoyed that she was taking long, but he was also extremely intrigued. She seemed to think this was important for him.

"You want your father's respect, do you not?" Sorana asks, her eyes fixated only on him while her fingers played a soft melody. The room filled with the wonderful melody of sweetness that came from the princess' skilled fingers.

"Yes." He answers, adding hesitantly. "Why do you bring this up?" He hated this game, this game of wordplay. There was no need for it if she only got straight to the point. Unless there was a reason why she didn't.

"Well, the proposition relates directly to your wants." She said, standing up and leaving the piano. The room now dark and undeniably silent. Only the footfalls of the princess were heard while she came to his side. "The proposition is simple. You want your father's respect, your family's honour, your public image being made a villain in a way, not to mention the fact that you also want Arianne's love back at you." She counted those wants with her fingers, ticking them off one-by-one. How she knew that was a mystery to Lucifer and he was stunned at the mere sentence. She knew. She knew his wants like she had been there in his mind.

"So... what's your proposition?" Lucifer asks, suddenly interested. Sorana smiles at his sudden shown interest in her proposition, her figure leaning close so she wouldn't be heard by anyone from outside trying to hear in. "What better way to get all that by having a relationship with the princess everyone so dearly sees as a villainess?" He froze, his blue eyes stared at her as if she was mad. Taking a deep breath he nods. He knew the potential, everyone saw Sorana a villainess because of Arianne. The plan could work very well, Arianne would take the opportunity to take her from the princess and the nobles, plus commoners, were completely intrigued to be on Arianne's side alone. But it didn't answer his main goal.

"That doesn't answer-" "I know." Sorana interrupted him as if she knew what he was about to say. "I will help you get your father's respect and blessing."

"I see." He stopped short. He didn't know how to respond to this. Not when the princess seemed to know everything he'll ask or say. Suddenly an idea perked up, one that he didn't know why he asked but he did. "But how does this benefit you?"

Sorana was shocked at the sudden question. He could understand, he would never ask that question. Never. Whatever possessed him to say it, it was stunning both him and the person it was meant for.

"It doesn't." She replied at long last. "I don't plan on benefiting. At any means, I just hope you'll continue to be a loyal ally." Guilt panged in him when she said those words. A loyal ally... A loyal ally who spoke to the Damaris about her doings and all the things he's seen. Could he really be called that?

He paused. When did he care what princess thought? He pushed the thought aside. "Very well." Hollow words, Sorana could tell but she let it slide. Lucifer would come around, she hoped.

"Of course, we need not harbour feelings for each other." Sorana said out of the blue and Lucifer nods. That was a promise. No falling in love.

Sorana walks to the desk taking something out of the drawer and then she hands him the stack of paper and walks to the other side of the room and sits on the bed. The stack in question he looked at with silence, it was a contract. He read the rules. "If there's something you are uncomfortable with or against, just tell me and I'll remove it." Lucifer was quick to notice that there was no mention of intimate or affectionate actions written.

"Are we allowed to act as a couple as in actions wise?" Her purple hues stare at him pure shock in her eyes. "What?"

Lucifer stands up, walking to her. "If we're to be a couple even by convenience, we must be convincing. This means we need to be affectionate at the very least." He murmured softly, his fingers tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"I see, is that your only condition?" She asks. He nods simply, his eyes moving to her lips. Sorana felt uncomfortable in his gaze especially since she could no longer expect what she usually expected on him. "Very well, I suppose you should—" He kissed her. A kiss of union. A kiss that started the thing known as their relationship by convenience.

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Lucifer sprang up, a nightmare had just come up into his mind, he clutched his throbbing head pained by the spirits within. Damn the deities and their punishments to the demons within.

"Hm?" A soft sleepy hum came from next to him, he had forgotten she was here. Sorana was next to him, her purple eyes fixate on him in a sleepy gaze. "Something wrong?" Her morning voice was everything he wanted to hear everyday. Even if he hated to admit it himself.

He shakes his head. "No." She nods before turning away from him, back facing him. He sighed, his eyes linger to her longingly. He wanted her warmth right now. Even if he hated her, he didn't even know what his feelings were anymore. Did he love her or did he wish her hate? Because here he was hating her and sleeping with her.

A hesitant move came to play and Sorana found herself being clung to by the male himself. His head buried in her shoulder, arms wrapped around her pulling her so very close to him encasing her to ensure she didn't dare leave his side even she needed to.

A few minutes pass and she feels him asleep, his breaths soft and slow. She could feel it against her bare skin. She grew flush but shrugged it off. No falling in love. She told herself. But even she knew it was too late for that.

She gave a shaky exhale and closes her eyes, going back to sleep.

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Lucifer stood chattering with Arianne. He seemed happy. It made Sorana feel pang of hurt in her heart. But she couldn't do anything. In this relationship, she was only a pawn.

He comes to her after the party, he seemed...happy. Genuinely happy. It wasn't the feigned happiness he gives her when she did something. "Sorana?" She blinked, snapping out of her depressing thoughts.

"What?" "I asked if you're okay with me and Arianne talking today." He said, eyes suddenly filled with concern.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be? Isn't that what we're trying to achieve?" Every inch of her tried to keep herself from choking on her words.

He nods, his eyes were still filled with the unfamiliar emotion of concern towards her. "Okay." She gives a small smile trying to remain happy and intact.

But when she got home and finally alone in her room, she collapsed on the bed and covered her face. Letting tears stream down her face.

She recalled the multiple words he spoke to her. Loving words, words that meant nothing. Nothing compared to his to Arianne.

Now the thought crept in. The thought she hated to think about after all this time, but it was the truth. The painful truth.

Lucifer was getting close to all his goals. Which meant he was going to leave her soon. The mete thought brought pain to her heart even if they swore not to fall.

She was falling.

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The news came from far and wide. Arianne was going to be a Tsuki. The thought that once would've brought him pain didn't. He didn't understand why.

The female in question thought she hurt him with the announcement when he surprisingly wasn't even hurt. She even came to him to apparently make love as if she wasn't getting married in four moons time.

"Arianne." He said coldly. "Let go." The female looked at him surprised. "Why?" "Why?! Maybe because you're marrying a man that isn't me and still coming here to make love with me? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"If you're jealous don't worry, I'll leave him once Father's plan is finished and then you and I can wed." She smiles as if those words could get him to go back to her. As if.

"What difference does that make?" Lucifer said, clearly pissed now. "I don't care if you're going to leave him, what I care about is the fact that you still think I still love you even after everything you and your bullshit of a family has done."

She was taken aback. Lucifer never talked this way. Never. "What's wrong with you?" She demanded. "You're never like this!" "What's wrong with me?" He laughs darkly. "What's wrong is that I've been stupid and blind to realize the person I thought I loved was not actually the one I loved and the person I hate was not the person I hate."

She knew who he hated. She knew well. "But...you said you love me." "I did until I realize the thing you and Connor planned and did."

"It was a small thing!" "Sexual assault is not a ‘SMALL’ thing Arianne! Sorana's fucking hurt, disgraced. She's been crying her eyes out for days all because of you and your brother's fucked up minds."

Arianne couldn't believe her ears and neither could Lucifer. What was he saying? Why did he care so damn much about Sorana? The one he loves is not actually the one he loves....

Lucifer pulled himself away from the clearly stunned girl and rushed out. Leaving was easy enough as Arianne did not chase him through the halls like she always did.

Where he went next was surprising even to him. He entered Sorana's room through the window. His eyes were met with the sight of her crying on the floor. She sensed his presence and he knew it well.

"You chose...the wrong time to come here, HellFire." She managed, wiping her tears. When she turns, her eyes widen when he was right behind her. His arms wrapping around her, his lips close and kissing her cheek softly.

"Please, allow me to comfort you." He whispered. Even those words made her sob. While she did, he held her close his blue eyes examining her state.

It was that moment when he knew. He wouldn't leave her.

Not anymore.

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The day finally came. Lucifer's goals were met and that meant celebration of his heroic but quite controversial acts.

The streets were filled with festivals made in his own honour. Everyone greeted and treated him with utmost respect. It was the opposite of what he once wished, but all that mattered was his goals were finally met with success.

Arianne gave him hints that she wanted him to love her but he ignored her. After all, he had eyes on only one person. Sorana.

He knew she wouldn't be there. After all, the time had come for the end of the relationship. The contractual relationship would end today and a new one would enter.

Sorana had been crying all day. Her eyes were red and puffy from how much she'd been crying. She didn't want it to end. But a contract was a contract.

Lucifer enters and she was aware. "Sorana?" "Hey..." He could tell she had been crying. "The paper's right there, I've already signed it." She whispered, her eyes tearing up at the mere sentence. She knew she had to deal with it. A deal was a deal.

Her eyes watch him as he leaned forward and grabbed the quill. He signed it and it was done. They were no longer a couple.

Her heart heaved as she turned, trying to hide her tears. She thought he was gone now, she heard the window slide and his presence disappears from her wave of senses. She gulped as tears streamed down her face once more.

"I love you... I love you." She choked out as she buried her face in the pillow and cried.

The fantasies. The wishes that he'd fall. All gone.

The wishes that she could just maybe make him fall for her and them getting married those were swept away like dust.

She sobbed for a while a certain longing in her heart, but suddenly arms wrapped around her pulling her close. An action she thought was her hallucination. She yearned for his love after all. The feeling of those arms were like his. Was it him? The arms pulled away and she was alone again. In the cold, she gets up so she can get the paper because she had to.

She turned was not greeted with the sight she'd originally expected. Before her was none other than Lucifer, on his knee. A ring held out and presenting itself to her. Implying what she thought was an impossible thing. "Lucifer?" Her eyes fill with tears yet again.

"Will you marry me?" Words she wished to hear, words that came true. She nods and Lucifer smiled and hugged her, kissing her lips passionately.

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Lucifer stands there now. Lips in a firm line as he watched the scenery. She was gone now. Lost in the depths of the underworld.

"Good night, I love you darling." Her last words. He'd told her he loved her too. But when a piercing scream of Death Tsuki came to his ears he found himself clutching the dead body of his beloved.

His lips trembled as he knelt down by the stone that marked her lying place. "I love you too." He whispered softly, tears finally came out as they dropped down to the soil. His hand rests on her stone and stays there. He grabbed the white roses he had bought, roses that represented her. His beautiful wife.

When he slept that night he sees her again, like he always did. Her everything was in his memory never erasing. But every morning he'd jerk up and the side that belonged to her on their bed was empty. Like it always was.

"Why didn't you stay..." He whispered, choking on his tears.

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𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬.

— title says it all.

Misherus are strict and always pressured, this part is true. But what this generation of Misherus have witnessed has to be the worst of all.

A daughter is born. A disappointment to the elders who have authority over the emperor. Great disappointment led to wishes of murder towards the child. The murder in which Roman and Yashira both disagreed from.

This disagreement led to a very noticeable fight between the elders and the couple. But just when they thought the elders finally left them alone, something was in store for Yashira.

A young girl comes to find her mother, flowers clutched in her hand. She enters her mother's room where a gore sight takes her to tears. "Mommy-?" She mustered up, her purple eyes were met with the sight of a bloody body on the floor while her father stood by its side. The body was her mother's.

Roman turns at the sound of her voice, his face softening as he stepped forward. "Sorana..." He spoke gently. He wanted to explain everything.

The little girl gave a choked cry at the sight. Her mother dead by her father's hands. "Mommy..." Roman gives a sigh, hugging his youngest. It was a great crime to kill his wife, but it was either her or Sorana. Yashira had agreed to it.

Damien blamed her for her mother's death everyday. This was the reason he promised to kill her when they were older. She was given the cold shoulder by everyone. Including her father. Until the debutante of Arianne Damaris.

"Damien." Sorana spoke calmly as she found him standing by her door, his sword shown in the moonlight. "Are you here to kill me?" The question was spoken so casually as if she weren't talking about him killing her.

"You don't seem so upset about it." Damien muttered as he stepped towards her. She was so calm. It was appalling. Did she want this?

As if reading his mind she answered. "I give you the permission to kill me." Something in him seemed to shatter at the words. He lifted his sword, its tip on her chest. A minute passed, then five. He couldn't do it.

Her eyes stare at him coolly. "Damien?" Her voice didn't shake nor did it fade. She was still calm about this. "It's okay, go on."

His hand shakes as he puts the sword down, the sword clattering on the ground. What he wished to do, he couldn't. Even when she was begging him to. He turned and left. Leaving the girl to stare at the sword he left behind. His worst mistake.

When news came to each of the siblings of their sister's death. Damien blamed himself. For leaving the sword behind.

Everyone was in a very dark mood. What once was a charming household in some ways now turned to full depression.

Now came the falling of the Misherus. The cloaked figure came close. Its first target would be Alpha.

Killing Alpha was easy since the male was too deep in his melancholic thoughts towards the death of his sibling. A quick fight was brought up and the once heir was dead.

Next would be Cable, and then after him Kindred. But Kindred escaped his clutches quickly.

Now came the hardest one, Bravo Misheru.

"About time." Bravo said. The male knew he was coming.

"You were waiting?" The masked man spoke calmly despite his heart going mad. He knew this was a risky move. Especially when this male was the most powerful after Alpha and Sorana.

"Of course I was waiting, Damien." He said, his red eyes glared at him. Ah, so he knew.

"Well then, let's get this over with then." A battle had taken place and Damien nearly won. Nearly. But Bravo pulled the same trick Sorana made during the Bloodshed and his life flashed before his eyes.

"You have no honor, don't you?" Bravo asked as he pulled his sword away, Damien's blood smeared all over it. "Especially after doing this just after Sorana's murder that you made."

"I didn't kill her." Damien spat out. "She killed herself." "You think I believe that even after all the times you said you'd kill her?" His voice was cold and testing him.

He would've killed her. Damien had planned to. But he had grown close to her. Once hate turned to love.

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