Gothikana

by RuNyx

“It’s just that I prefer happier endings. Tragedies are beautiful, but they always take more than they give. A story can be tragic but it doesn’t have to end as one.”

Vad Deverell. The silver-eyed devil of Verenmore. The dark god who played like it was both a curse and blessing. Her multi-faceted, enigmatic one-time lover who knew the secrets of her soul. He’d found her.

“I’m in your head, in your blood, in your very veins. I’ve claimed you before anything else ever could. Your body, your heart, your mind, your fucking soul, it’s all mine. Your hunger is mine to feed, your madness is mine to tame. Do you feel that?”

“I see you.” His silver gaze seared her. “I’ve always seen you.”

“You’re my mountain, my Vad. I don’t know how and I don’t understand why, but somehow, I’m building my castle on you.”

“Build your castle, Corvina,” he told her quietly as they both watched the view outside. “I’m not moving anywhere. Build your castle as fucking high as you want.”

“This will last until the day roses on my grave stop sharing roots with the roses on yours,” he declared. “I will have you even in death, little witch. I am your beast. I am your madness. And you, you’re my afterlife.”