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“Both tales were steeped in tragedy. Yet, this fresh start could potentially offer a silver lining for them both. Uriel decided to be Rai’s soft place to fall and to stop his machinations to get back to Hiraeth. “Reflecting on my past decisions, I acknowledge they were not always the wisest. Perhaps it is not all dreadful. If not for my determination to mess up my own life, our paths might never have crossed.” Rising to his feet, Uriel’s hand extended towards Rai. “Your embrace brought me solace. Would it be too much to ask for you to hold me, to allow me to stay with you tonight?”
― The Aetherfire Conflict
― The Aetherfire Conflict
“Reflecting on my past decisions, I acknowledge they were not always the wisest. Perhaps it is not all dreadful. If not for my determination to mess up my own life, our paths might never have crossed.”
― The Aetherfire Conflict
― The Aetherfire Conflict
“The church had always made him uneasy. It rose around him in shadowed arches and cold stone, the air carrying that familiar mix of incense, old wood, and candle wax. Every surface crowded with gilded suffering.
Beauty, yes, but the kind that pressed down on the ribs, the kind that watched. Hardly surprising, he supposed, given his relationship with death.
Most vampires preferred to keep their humans alive, drinking from a dedicated pack or carefully curated group called Succor. They stayed within the laws of the prince of vampires, content to avoid the kind of endings this place glorified.
Lucian, however, had finer tastes. He liked to sample broadly. He still swore he’d tasted an angel once, though no one believed him. He’d spent years hunting for that being again and found nothing. The absence tormented him. It was one of the quiet engines behind his true ambitions.
Now he sat alone in the pews, staring up at the Catholic rendition of agony and sacrifice and at the supposed virgin who’d been railed by the Holy Spirit.
Footsteps echoed up the aisle, bouncing off stained glass saints and martyrs. A moment later, a priest slipped into the pew beside him.
“Father Murphy. Took you long enough.”
“Forgive me, Mr. Montague. I’ve been meeting with several of the local bishops on your behalf, and one of them was… reluctant.” He adjusted his glasses.”
― Infernal Hunger
Beauty, yes, but the kind that pressed down on the ribs, the kind that watched. Hardly surprising, he supposed, given his relationship with death.
Most vampires preferred to keep their humans alive, drinking from a dedicated pack or carefully curated group called Succor. They stayed within the laws of the prince of vampires, content to avoid the kind of endings this place glorified.
Lucian, however, had finer tastes. He liked to sample broadly. He still swore he’d tasted an angel once, though no one believed him. He’d spent years hunting for that being again and found nothing. The absence tormented him. It was one of the quiet engines behind his true ambitions.
Now he sat alone in the pews, staring up at the Catholic rendition of agony and sacrifice and at the supposed virgin who’d been railed by the Holy Spirit.
Footsteps echoed up the aisle, bouncing off stained glass saints and martyrs. A moment later, a priest slipped into the pew beside him.
“Father Murphy. Took you long enough.”
“Forgive me, Mr. Montague. I’ve been meeting with several of the local bishops on your behalf, and one of them was… reluctant.” He adjusted his glasses.”
― Infernal Hunger
“It’s you,” Eldric said. “Because I don’t know who I am anymore. Before I met you, I was one thing. Now I’m something else. I keep telling myself it’s someone new, someone I haven’t met yet, but that isn’t true.”
He swallowed, tension creeping along his jawline.
“It’s the core of who I used to be. Who I could have been. And that’s… uncomfortable. Strange. So, you’ll have to forgive me for being a damn mess. That’s all.” The words shifted something fundamental, as if he’d spoken a truth he wasn’t ready to face.”
― The Eldritch Reckoning
He swallowed, tension creeping along his jawline.
“It’s the core of who I used to be. Who I could have been. And that’s… uncomfortable. Strange. So, you’ll have to forgive me for being a damn mess. That’s all.” The words shifted something fundamental, as if he’d spoken a truth he wasn’t ready to face.”
― The Eldritch Reckoning
“Its touch, like satin against fevered flesh, sent tremors through him. Warmth pooled in his veins with a dangerous allure. Uriel's breath quickened, and he wondered if surrender tasted like honey or poison.”
― The Aetherfire Conflict
― The Aetherfire Conflict
“You’re doing beautifully for me,” Demetrius said, his tone firm but layered with a heavy, protective warmth. “But you’re terrified, and I will not have it. What has frightened you so deeply?”
Elian sniffled but met his gaze, unflinching. “I—” He choked on his tongue, coughing. “I… just n-never kissed anyone before. Never mind what was about to happen. I’m s-sorry. I freaked out.”
A deep, ancient possessiveness flared within his chest as his thumb cleared the tear track.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly, waiting until Elian’s watery gaze locked onto his again. “Never apologize to me for your honesty, my Linnet. You trusted me enough to tell me the truth when you were drowning in fear.”
He shifted Elian more securely onto his lap, wrapping a heavy blanket around his bare shoulders. He leaned down, pressing his forehead gently against Elian’s.
“You think you have disappointed your Master?” Demetrius murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. “You haven’t. Knowing that your body and your heart are entirely untouched only makes you more sacred. If you have never been kissed, then we stop right here.”
He trailed his fingers down Elian’s jawline, tilting his face up just a fraction higher.
“Tonight, we are going to learn how you like to be held. And if you will allow me... I would be honored to show you what a first kiss is supposed to feel like.”
― Infernal Hunger
Elian sniffled but met his gaze, unflinching. “I—” He choked on his tongue, coughing. “I… just n-never kissed anyone before. Never mind what was about to happen. I’m s-sorry. I freaked out.”
A deep, ancient possessiveness flared within his chest as his thumb cleared the tear track.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly, waiting until Elian’s watery gaze locked onto his again. “Never apologize to me for your honesty, my Linnet. You trusted me enough to tell me the truth when you were drowning in fear.”
He shifted Elian more securely onto his lap, wrapping a heavy blanket around his bare shoulders. He leaned down, pressing his forehead gently against Elian’s.
“You think you have disappointed your Master?” Demetrius murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. “You haven’t. Knowing that your body and your heart are entirely untouched only makes you more sacred. If you have never been kissed, then we stop right here.”
He trailed his fingers down Elian’s jawline, tilting his face up just a fraction higher.
“Tonight, we are going to learn how you like to be held. And if you will allow me... I would be honored to show you what a first kiss is supposed to feel like.”
― Infernal Hunger
“Uriel’s arms crossed defiantly, his gaze unwavering as he stared down at the magus. “I have killed people, Y’serris. I have been contemplating this for longer than you could imagine. You have a choice to make. It is either this, or I fear I may end up taking my own life on impulse, despite your wards. You cannot comprehend this slick, oily feeling that had been consuming me since my resurrection. I dread the person I might become if I am forced to continue down this path.”
― The Dragon's Heart
― The Dragon's Heart
