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August 13 - August 15, 2025
For those who believe punishment is the only salvation for their mistakes.
“With gilded blood, pray upon a demon’s heart, for it very well might save you.”
The Blood Knight has killed me in twenty-time loops—a cruel curse that I’ve found myself trapped in.
But in each loop, his gold-stained armor was the last thing I saw before dying.
They are an inferno of golden amber. Heartless flames. For a second, I think I see a glimmer of emotion flash through them, but my mind doesn’t linger on the thought as darkness clouds my vision.
But you can only die so many times before all of your hope is stolen away.
He was the first demon I met, and I regret our brief time together terribly.
No one ever found the boy’s body after that night, but I saw his dull eyes; his impaled heart. He was dead and no amount of weeping or praying brought him back.
My heart stops the moment his smile curls at the ends of his lips. Eyes as golden as the sun meet mine.
Now that I study him closer, there’s something familiar about him but I can’t quite place it.
“No one can outrun their fate.”
King Borlin notices the necklace around my neck and narrows his eyes. I flinch as he reaches for it and brushes his thumb slowly over the pendant. “A gift you’ll be keeping with you I hope?”
How odd of the king to notice such a simple necklace as this.
Why don’t we know more about Venus?
Kalel’s amber eyes find me over his shoulder and the softness in them flickers as the muscles in his jaw feather. “I wish it wasn’t you, little godling.”
“I bind my heart to you, Duke Lornhelm.”
“You know, you really are such a pretty little thing for being so vile. Far more broken and ignorant than I thought you’d be. Tell me, have you heard of me?”
“Oh, little godling, you’re right about that. I am a monster. Your worst nightmare. I’d kill you in your sleep if I wanted. I’d kill you while fucking your brains out if I so pleased.”
Please if there are any gods left, don’t let him know how my body lusts for him.
Do. Not. Fuck. The. Godling. I chide myself as her sweet scent nearly knocks me over.
“If hurting me will soothe the pain that wreaks havoc in you, then hurt me, Kalel. You’ll find there’s not much left inside me that can be broken.”
“You made me a monster. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” He stares down into my watery eyes as he thrusts his hips into me like I’m nothing more than a ragdoll. His face is contorted with hatred, but his eyes are filled with so much misery it hurts.
I catch myself admiring how beautiful he is when he lets his emotions bleed into the night. How he alone is a somber song only the nightingales know.
Strange, though, there are no bodies of demigods left behind like I had expected there to be. There wasn’t time for King Borlin to retrieve his fallen army, not when the demons had already run them out. So where are their bodies?
Because I deserve the things you’re doing to me. I deserve to be punished… because I don’t want to get rid of you.
“At least you taste divine, little godling.” Kalel stands to go to his desk. “You’ll have plenty of restless nights when we get to Devicit. Rest now while you have the chance.”
His voice sounds hauntingly familiar.
So, I was right, it was a god that placed the curse on me. But why? My brows pinch, and I clutch my hand over my heart.
Heavy are the memories of the ones we leave behind.
She’s the most beautiful creature to have ever walked these halls.
It’s odd how you don’t realize the loneliness in your soul until you meet someone who stubbornly plants it there.
A knot? Why do demons have knots?
“How DARE you try and kill what’s mine.”
“How could you forget? I even placed my jacket on your shoulders, and yet you still didn’t remember.”
“Perhaps in another life I could have forgiven you. Perhaps even cared for you. But my heart is dead, little godling, it died the night you found me in that forest.”
The one girl who is the cause of all his suffering.
“You are the only demigod who could steal a demon’s heart,”
Something from deep within my soul yearns to be with him, even if the gods revolt at our coming together.
“I looked for you.” His voice is broken and wavers. His amber eyes search mine. “I came back to Florum because I was looking for you,” he chokes out the words, and they hit my heart like an arrow. My lower lip trembles. “You what?” I whisper. He gives me a sad smile, one that could ground me into dust. “I never stopped thinking about you.”
So, I put a curse of my own on that knight, with the help of the only god who ever cared to help the demon-folk.
“I’ll take care of you, little godling. Your pussy has wept for me long enough,” he practically growls over my lips.
“I wished it wasn’t you, Alira. But I was lying. To myself. To you. I’ve longed for this. To make you mine forever.”
Gods, I’m falling in love with a demon.
“I’m sorry for tricking you.”
Every demigod should know that any being cold to their touch is evidence of a curse they’ve placed on you.
