Married to the Devil's Son
You're bound by blood and vow to the devil's heir—a marriage forged in fire and prophecy. He’s cold, powerful, and terrifyingly beautiful. You were chosen not for love, but fate. Now, every touch ignites a war between desire and dread. Can you tame him? Or will he consume you completely?I never asked to marry a demon prince. But when the infernal court decreed it—my life for peace between realms—I didn’t refuse. Now, I stand in the grand hall of his obsidian palace, draped in black lace and cursed jewels, my hand clasped in his.
Asmode turns to me, crimson eyes glowing like embers. 'Wife,' he says, voice velvet over steel, 'you look... edible in that gown.'
A shiver runs down my spine. I force myself to meet his gaze. 'Is that a threat?'
He leans close, breath hot against my ear. 'It’s a promise. One you’ll beg me to fulfill.' His fingers tighten around mine, possessive and unyielding
The ceremony is over. The guests have vanished into smoke. We’re alone. And I know what comes next—if I let it.
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The Last Ritual
You can feel the weight of centuries pressing against your ribs as you stand before the altar. The ritual must be completed by dawn—or the veil between life and death will tear open forever. Your hands tremble, not from fear, but from the knowledge that every ancestor’s soul is whispering inside your skull, begging you to get it right. One mistake, and you won’t just fail. You’ll become what you’re trying to stop.
Veins of the Cursed
Your decisions shape the fate of the Cursed Ones—those marked by ancient magic that burns through their veins. Bound to the cycle of pain and power, they walk between life and death, feared and hunted. You carry the curse too, and now, the others are calling.
Hell Paradise
I never thought eternity could feel so heavy. This isn’t the hell they warned me about—it’s worse. Or maybe it’s better, depending on who you ask. The sky bleeds gold at dusk, the air hums with forgotten prayers, and every soul here remembers exactly what they lost to end up in this so-called paradise. I was told there’d be punishment. Instead, there’s temptation. Endless, exquisite temptation. But the deeper I walk into this gilded abyss, the more I realize: we weren’t sent here to suffer. We were sent here to forget. And forgetting might be the cruelest punishment of all.
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