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April 29 - May 3, 2025
“but I’d like to know if there was someone he was interested in before… everything.”
would not want to be tied together in a loveless marriage with Wrath if he would always be pining for someone else.
“Want, but never need, my lady.”
“Tell me what you saw.” “You and another woman. In bed.” There was a moment of silence. As if he hadn’t expected that to be the reason. “And how did that make you feel?”
A tear slid down my cheek.
“You will address me as master from now on. Drop to your knees.”
“Does this please you, master?” “Remove my right boot.”
“Learn to protect yourself. That will give me ultimate pleasure.”
Neither attracts, nor pleases me. I long for an equal. Grab the dagger hidden on my leg. Get up.”
Unshed tears burned my eyes.
“Take. Your. Vengeance.” His demonic influence battled my will. And won. A tear slipped free as I leaned into the blade,
gritting my teeth before I screamed loud enough to summon Satan himself.
I fought to keep my hands at my sides, to not cover my ears and scream until that wretched sound ceased in my head.
Memories of another chest, another heart, flooded my senses. My twin. All I could envision was her brutalized body.
“How dare you?
“Yes, how dare I teach my wife to protect herself against her enemies.”
“I offered you an outlet. Vengeance is poison, a slow death of self. Seek justice. Seek truth. But if you choose revenge over all else, you will lose more than your soul.”
“I am not betrothed to your brothers. If you want an equal, I suggest treating me like one. We may have made a bargain, but that does not mean I couldn’t be forewarned.”
“No, Wrath. We will speak about this when we’re both ready to.”
counted off my breaths, waiting until I was sure he would not return, and then I allowed the tears to come hard and fast. I doubled over, sobs wracking my body, consuming me. In the matter of an hour I’d been subjected to multiple sins and had stabbed my potential future husband.
“Hello, little thief.”
“There was a curse on the spell book. Anyone who removed it from my collection would lose something vital to them in return.”
glanced back at the statue and listened to the cries of whatever was being tortured deep beneath it. It was mournful, hopeless. Brokenhearted. A sound that pierced through my emotional armor.
I wondered what was damned enough for Wrath to bury below his wicked House in the underworld, alone and miserable.
clandestine
All is available for consumption: flesh, food, drink, carnal desire, and any manner of vice.
And the princes of Hell all coveted power. Wrath must want to complete the bond very badly. But he’d give up the security of his House, the added power, the rumors in court, all so I could have the one thing he coveted above all else: choice.
Your free will is all you need to remember. You will not succumb to anyone if you choose not to.”
In fact, I’d love to see you on your knees, begging.”
“Make no mistake, Emilia. When I go to my knees before you, it will be to conquer, not surrender.
“Tilt your chin up so you can gaze adoringly into my eyes.”
“Will you be teaching this new technique to all of the soldiers, your highness, or just us pretty ones?”
garrote.
“It takes enormous strength to acknowledge your limits, Emilia.”
“You defended yourself. If being proud makes me a barbarian, so be it.”
Lately it seems like I’m at war with myself, and I can’t decide which part will win.”
“Sometimes I worry that it’s not the devil who’s cursed. But me.” Wrath went still. “Why would you believe that?”
“My twin was murdered. My grandmother attacked. My parents were held hostage by Envy. And yet what has happened to me? Aside from tonight’s assassination attempt, I mean.”
“Maybe I’m cursed and everyone I love is in danger. What if I’m the villain? One who’s so vicious, so terrible, I was punished to forget? What if the witches who were murdered started to rememb...
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“Or maybe they all dabbled in pursuits they shouldn’t have. And you’re the one picking up the pieces of their mistakes.”
“I am not seducing you because I currently do not wish to. It’s as simple as that.” If he’d stuck me in the heart with a knife, it might hurt less.
Wrath would never take without permission. “Please.”
“Now that you know what you enjoy, you may find the same pleasure at your own hand. Good night.”
His highness may want you to be certain you’re choosing him with a clear head.
Creatures made through primordial fear often crave blood. They seek life and there is no greater symbol of life than the heart.
Beginning of time; basic or fundamental
Creatures made through primordial fear often crave blood. They seek life and there is no greater symbol of life than the heart.
The witches hearts
If La Prima’s daughter was cursed and not dead, she might be the monster who ran around ripping out witch hearts and devouring them.
If the devil was her eternal love, maybe she was driven mad and killed any potential brides who would take her place.
Or maybe it was as simple as the illustrated journal claimed—if she was no longer in possession of her humanity, maybe she craved hearts for everything she no longer had.
He never used magic when things turned romantic.
