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“Answer,” he growled. He was not patient, not after he’d watched her run for so long.
this stirred a primitive urge in me to bear children for a spear-wielding barbarian warlord
“It’s hungry,” he drawled lazily,
he’s fliiiirting 🚨
“Anything you like,” Arioch murmured, wrapping her braid around his fist once, twice.
*nervous laughter*
He ran his tongue along the bottom of his teeth. “You’ll be safe.” Tsk, tsk, tsk, little goddess. You have to be specific, or you’ll give me all the power. . .
ok so fun fact: there is zero sense of self-preservation in my body at this point
“Use your words.
I-
ON PAGE 31???
He didn’t need her eyes, just her mouth—even though some fucked up part of him wanted both, wanted her to watch exactly what he did to her.
if you’re turned on by this, seek HELP*
*I mean, ✨I✨totally am, but getting help seems like somebody else’s job
It thrummed against the silver strings of fate that were woven into his very being, a feeling that reared its head every time he took a soul.
Fated Mates, Bardcore Edition
as he tasted her down to her cells.
this mf just kissed her SCIENTIFICALLY
Achlys and honey. He breathed her in, wondering what a privileged Keloseros runaway had locked away inside herself that made her taste like death’s flower and the Gods’ nectar.
Hades and Persephone called, they said you’ll never be them
Move away from this. He pulled her closer instead.
he’s at war with his conscience already
(delicious)
A fucking headache waiting to happen.
new pet name unlocked
He tightened his grip on her hair until she groaned
uh could we get some ✨DIFFERENTIATION BETWEEN PAIN/EXASPERATION/HORNY DIALOGUE TAGS✨ around here?
Good girl. The thought grated across his mind unintentionally. She wasn’t going down without a fight, and Arioch found a smile tugging at his bleeding lip in approval. This is going to be fun.
Arioch: Is this…foreplay?
“I’m the closest thing you’ll find to a God down here,”
*Paris Hilton voice* That’s hot
before dropping her to her feet, anticipation coiling every part of him. He grabbed ahold of her hair and her mouth opened with the pain, just enough for him to draw her into a bruising kiss.
so, we never get any indication he picked her up off her feet before he sets her back on her feet, BEFORE moving in for another kiss. Idk, something awkward happening there
It only took moments for the bright essence to spill across his tongue, lacing itself into his very being.
I’m like, totally envisioning her soul as a sparkly cumshot, which feels wrong
Fuck, she tasted right.
this is the horniest sentence ever typed about someone’s soul
her soul dripping down the back of his throat
she is soooo not dodging the “my soul is a sparkly cumshot” allegations
He looked down at his arm to find a glyph there, a flame perched on a crescent moon, the soft, white outline of it standing out against his dark ink.
something awkward here
Death’s flower doesn’t belong in the outside world. It belongs in mine.
*House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls plays softly in the background*
No, it can’t be. Aheia reached into her mind, finding memories of shadows and teeth, memories of the tall Avarice, of the pain in her leg.
I feel like she should have either sinister shadow voice in her head or individual self-deprecating inner monologue but not both, but since the former is kind of a major plot point we should at least remain consistent in that.
It would have leveled the playing field, she supposed—kept him from caressing her mind within these walls—if he didn’t own the board and pieces on it.
no notes but imagine having to live with your super fundamentalist stepdad who can hear what you’re thinking every time the intrusive thoughts win and you think “fuck u god” by accident
But her real father was dead, and Aheia had no inkling of who he was. Sometimes she wondered if he could have helped her understand herself. She could have asked him questions; found out if he, too, felt cold; if he, too, felt darkness in his blood that dug into his chest with sharp talons. Maybe his people had left him too, maybe that was another rotten thing that lived inside of them both—a thing so broken and heavy that others couldn’t bear it.
Baby Realizes She Already Has Demons Inside of Her (So Like, What’s One More?)
p.s. the talons foreshadowing…so good
Aheia was used to others leaving. Everyone always left. And for some reason, pretending it was something buried deep in her genetics made it feel less like her fault.
Coping Skills: Denial ✅
“There have been reports . . .” Ophion continued, his smile widening. The expression twisted his conventionally handsome features into something unnerving. “You’ve been seen in the Southern territories again, Aheia. You know you’re not allowed to be there.”
um can the paparazzi lay off my girl for a sec
She had been careful, making sure she was aware of her surroundings, even as she snuck off with nameless bodies and lost herself in the darkness for a few hours. But not careful enough, it seemed.
*Lana del Rey voice* WE GOT A JUMPERRRRRR
“Not the face,” Ophion said lazily.
top tier cruelty line
kóri.”
“daughter”
“Wake up.”
Baby Wakes Up a Second Time (This Time For Real)
Aheia blinked away the dryness to find herself staring at a Nephilim she’d never met, his black shirt soaked in her vomit.
I would just like to share that Shiron gets puked on twice in this book
“I ruined your shirt,” she said wearily, her mind still trying to separate the memory of Ophion from the reality in front of her. “Your priorities are wildly skewed.”
Baby’s First Voice of Reason
It refracted across dark marble walls that were etched in intricate detail, gold veins running through them and bleeding down onto the floor. The space itself was big, lined with alcoves broken up by thick, tall columns that were covered with flowers. Aheia thought she recognized the delicate black flora from a book she’d read in Keloseros. If she was right, then these were Achlys; more aptly called “the flower of the dead”. The smell of them was intoxicating and sharp, almost spicy, and it mingled with small wisps of incense smoke that rolled off censors hanging around the room. Each one was
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*me worldbuilding off too much adderall*
the kernels
oh brother here we go with the kernels again
No evidence of the pain that felt ingrained in her memory.
Kernels of Madness
It dug into her mind and slithered down her spine, twisting and curling itself into her gut until she was doubling over in discomfort, her whole body throbbing.
Baby Needs a Percocet
Breathing started to feel impossible as her chest constricted like there was a vise being tightened around her ever so slowly.
Baby needs a K-Pin
Another swipe across the soft, white outline had her rubbing her thighs together, shame gripping the back of her neck as an ache settled between her legs.
🚨 DUBCON SOUL GLYPH STROKING (with onlookers)
She’d been so tired, so afraid—she’d been dying; she had given up her soul with little to no bargaining. She hadn’t asked any questions, hadn’t resisted—not how she should have.
BABY WE KNOW BECAUSE WE WERE THERE
rasped.
CUTTING ROOM FLOOR
“Or I’ll have to take your mouth, too,”
ATE HER UPPPP
“You’re angry,” he said, the voice of a predator. Then before she could move out of his way, he shot his hand towards her, winding his fingers around her throat until she choked. “It’s sweet.”
*Paris Hilton voice (in a whisper because I’m ashamed)* that’s hot
But it wasn’t her that needed him close like she needed air to breathe; it was the bargain between them, the piece of her he held in his grasp.
*I* don’t want the candy, the *parasites* in me want the candy
Unfortunately, her reality wasn’t any more enticing than the lie building around her,
me setting up my maladaptive daydream in 2024 imperial core
one Nephilim leaning against the wall with a blood-curdling grin on his face, the one wearing her vomit lounging in one of the tall wingback chairs.
Shiron is all aura
“You know who I am,” she managed, small navy circles dancing around her vision as breathing became almost impossible.
incredibly, he’s been choking her through this entire inner monologue and she’s still conscious.
He was Alshaytan.
So what if he’s the Devil, Rick? At least the Devil has a JOB
the singular thought wrapped around her throat alongside his hand.
I- cutting room floor
“Not when you’re in my home, begging for asylum.” “I will never beg for you,” she growled.
so in the KU version she changed the line here from “Not when you’re in my home, begging for asylum on your knees.” which is fine and dandy except now in ch. 8 when he’s like “Just like you’ll NEVER get on your knees for me?” readers don’t have that context because that line didn’t happen in this version.
finally letting go of her neck, her body crumbling, her legs weak as she gasped for air,
where she keeping this hidden cache of oxygen
“What does a brat from Keloseros have to do for the kind of attention you’re commanding? Why are they offering such a high price for that pretty little body?”
Aheia *still dangerously lightheaded from extensive choking session* U think I’m pretty 👉🏻👈🏻
