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October 28 - November 9, 2025
A bird of night landed in the trees just above Umemri, its glittering eyes boring into me. Watching. Waiting. It stretched its wings and cawed loudly, but neither Umemri nor his guards seemed to notice it at all. I blinked up at it. The damn thing seemed curious about our conversation. The peculiar thing, though, was that birds had fled this area hundreds of years ago.
in a war between gods, no one wins.”
I may wield Oblivion, but it seemed Dianna controlled it. It responded readily when she was in danger,
“I thought I heard a fucking hurricane, but it was just you two having sex?” “Don’t tell him.” My words danced to her. We had more than enough to worry about without this added. “I won’t,” she replied. “Think of the children, Dianna,” Cameron scoffed before pointing to himself. “And the sexless.” A small snort left my lips.
"If I ever give you children and you speak to me or them that way, I'll cut your cock off, fry it, and feed it to you."
"Don't apologize to me," Samkiel said, his lethally calm tone at odds with the powerful storm building outside. "Apologize to her."
my union with Imogen was strictly political and orchestrated by my father in an attempt to temper my wild ways. My marriage to Dianna was not arranged. I married her because I love her. Whether she be Ig'Morruthen, god, celestial, or mortal, my love and devotion to her would not change. So, no, it is not for power. And might I remind you, my sister and her rebellion destroyed Rashearim," Samkiel said. "She and other traitorous gods who wished for Unir's throne, not my wife."
"If we threaten violence, we are no better than her," Samkiel said. "He's a fool. They all are." "He's loyal to her as they all have been. Fear does that. I would want them to follow us with such loyalty as well." A low growl vibrated in my throat. "I'd rather he followed her into a grave. He's a waste of air."
“Dianna is not these realms’ enemy, but if their mistreatment of her continues, I shall be.”
“Give me your pain as you give me your love,” he said, placing my hand against his chest. “Let me carry it as you do, so you’ll never be alone with it.”
“Who do you belong to?” I asked, stroking him lazily. His eyes seemed to glow a shade brighter at the demand. “You,” he answered breathlessly. “Only you. Forever.” “Good.” I slid my mouth down his chest. “I want you throbbing.” My hand stroked in unison with my words, drawing a mangled gasp from him as my teeth pinched his skin. “I want you aching.” Another kiss and nip as I sank lower, tracing the dips of his abs. My knees bent until they touched the floor, and I glanced up at him from beneath hooded lashes. “I want you desperate.”
He allowed me to have my power back at the cost of his, and I’d kill anyone for him, burn legions, and decimate armies if he wished it. I’d find his stolen crown and place it back on his head in its rightful place, and then I would make his enemies weep before I slaughtered them. There were no limits to what I would do or give up for him. I’d be the monster they feared, and I’d relish in it.
The water ran along the gutters carved in the middle of the streets and drained into the rank sewage below the city. Like she had with so many others, Nismera had let this part of the realms go. The lonely, poor, and forgotten inhabited this place. No one would bat an eye at my arrival.
Our strengths are different, but it doesn’t make you any less powerful.”
“Denial is the first step in admitting the truth.”
“But you love him?” she asked. “Like Dianna loves Samkiel?” My heart thudded like a starved, rabid beast in my chest. Love seemed like such a simple word for what I felt. I’d give my last breath if it meant he existed. Dying for him would be easy. I remade myself for him, gave my life, and burned away my celestial blood until only the Ig’Morruthen beneath my skin lived. Love? No, it had been more than love for a while now. My only regret in all of it was that I feared he would never know.
“You are my number one priority, Samkiel.” I reached up and cupped his jaw, idly rubbing my thumb over the rough stubble on his cheek. “Nothing is more important than you, and when you don’t share your burdens with me, it scares me. I know you’re at war, baby, even in your sleep, but let me fight those battles with you. Please? I worry about you.”
When we finished the first bottle, I hopped to my feet and went in search of another. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” Samkiel asked when I returned victorious with a new bottle gripped in my hand. With a wicked grin, I sat down and grabbed our glasses, pouring for both of us. “Well, I feel the need to know what drunk Samkiel is like,” I said. He picked up his glass and smirked at me before tapping my nose. “A terror like you, but not as constant.” “I want to see.” His eyes sparkled as he watched me. “You would.” My lip protruded in a small pout. “Come on. Remember, one night of
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I think I am like everyone else. Even the most brutal kings and warriors wish for the same thing.” “And what’s that?” “Love. No one, immortal or not, wishes to be alone forever. No matter what they say.” “Oh?” My brow rose. He nodded and slid closer to me, his thigh touching mine as he leaned toward my ear so I could hear him over the laughing tavern. “Look around the room. There are those dancing because they love that music has returned. Others are cuddling because they love one another and need to touch. Even the forest outside sings for its love of the night. Wars have begun and ended
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