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Heidi *Bookwyrm Babe, Voyeur of Covers, Caresser of Spines, Unashamed Smut Slut, the Always Sleepy Wyrm of the Stacks, and Drinker of Tea and Wine*
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She is yours, a voice echoed in his head, and something inside him snapped. Claim her.
This was Persephone, the goddess who would be his queen, and she was everything.
He would pry the bars from around her body, free her from this self-constructed cage of hate, and in the end, if she did not love him, at least she would be free.
“No one prays to the God of the Dead, my lady, and when they do, it is already too late.”
This burning desire, this desperate wish to claim and protect and to love.
It was an algorithm, and most people had a pattern, even if they did not realize it.
Because you are mine, he wanted to say, but those words froze in this throat.
“Let me show you what it is to hold power in your hands. Let me coax the darkness from you. I will help you shape it.”
“I said I would be a generous lover, not a kind one.”
“I want you inside me,” she said. “Fuck me, say my name as you come. Dream of me, and only me, for the rest of eternity.”
Take her, and I will destroy this world. Take her, and I will destroy you. Take her, and I will end us all.
