'So this is what it feels like to want a woman,' his thoughts remarked without any guilt. He'll play the demon's game once again. *****The Rogratiatto Family, rumored to be an extremist believer of the supernatural, sought out the help of the Vatican Conclave to stop a recent demon possession. Famous exorcist priest, Father Marcus Thayne, was called out by the Holy Pope to do the job. Once there, not only was he struggling with the demon he was supposed to exorcise, but he was also battling himself after seeing a mysterious woman showing signs of an immortal attraction with him...Genre: Supernatural Romance, Mystery, SmutAll Rights ReservedJMFelic Books 2020View More
‘Angels are spiritual beings that can, to a certain degree, take on physical form at will. But when they descend to Earth as a Fallen Angel, they morph into a solid body, immortal yet dead, waiting for their final judgment to take place. They retain their abilities and powers; to use it for good or evil is their choice, but with the promise of Hell if they do so to hurt humans. Numerous reasons are present why an angel becomes a Fallen, but all of these led straight to their rules. Once broken, punishment is to be made. It is said that the greatest sin an angel can commit is to love something or someone more than God.’~ JMFelic (An overview)***Heavenly RealmHundreds of Years Ago“Are you happy now?” Mikha’el queried when they were left alone in the middle of a
Cold as ice — that’s what Ysabelle’s temperature felt first when Haien touched her face. She looked like a stone, literally, with her skin the color of gray similar to that of common statues in gardens. Her eyes were closed, but a fresh tear escaped from it oddly. It didn’t surprise the demon though, for he knew seconds from now she would breathe.Three...Two...One...And breathe she did, like a human revived from drowning.Her skin color changed to normal, her cheeks a rosy blush, and her lips returned to a shy red. The vibrancy of her hair had the same effect; silky and smooth, but the ends were a lot straighter now. She felt her head dizzy, but it was just brief for her focus was diverted into a much overwhelming feeling... the normalcy of her body.“Wha—t?” she uttered with measured breath, looking at her hands
“Ahhh, so much better, ” Haien aired out, opening his eyes and showing the heterochromatic orbs. He dragged as much oxygen as he could inside his lungs and lifted one leg to make a figure-four position. “Why, howdy everyone? How’s it going?” he asked coolly, turning his gaze on them.“My Prince, ” Earl Doubrava did a slight bow, “At last you have come back. Please, I am not an impatient man but I believe it is only timely that you should fulfill our end of the agreement now. You know already why.”H grinned, of course, he knew why. Marcus inside his dimension now was trying to summon his holy powers again. It is possible, although distant, that at any moment, by some freaking luck, he could escape again and have them battling ownership the second time.However, as a happy-go-lucky demon that he is, he just had to stall the moment for a bit of fun.
House of DoubravaPresentA shooting headache greeted Marcus when he awoke evening that same day. He cringed because of it and didn’t stand up for a while in order to let the ache pass. However, how was he going to stand up anyway when he found himself bound both hands on each side of the bed frame? Marcus quickly assessed the situation and thought of one word: danger.The unknown room that he was in had thick curtains pulled out to let the moonlight pass, but it still had an intimidating, death-threat aura for a number of reasons. One, it had a wooden podium set just a few feet away from the foot of the bed. Two, although Marcus couldn’t see, he could bet for sure that there was the same tattered, old book that he saw in the Altar Room of André. Three, gone was his cassock and was replaced with his pants and a new white shirt, buttons undon
Northeastern Region (Ancient City of Samaria)Days after the Miracle of ResurrectionAfter that faithful day, the resurrected girl and her family continued to live on with their normal lives. As requested, not one tongue spoke of the miracle. The neighbors kept silent and so did the family themselves. To ensure the girl’s complete recovery and safety, her father confined her inside the house; only able to visit and see the outside sky within the house backyard.The girl, understanding the circumstances that befell on her, obediently did as she was told. She asked no questions about what happened and gave no comment on her side of the story. It was her choice to be mute about it and so did her parents.As was before, her daily routines inside the house consisted mainly of house chores. She would clean the plates after their meals, too
Two years agoHouse of Doubrava“Lady Ysabelle, ” Earl Doubrava took the woman’s right hand and kissed its soft skin, “it is good to see you again.”Ysabelle gave a light smile. “Earl, good day.”She watched as the head of the Priory of Sion sat on a solo sofa chair, waiting for him to gesture the same to her at the opposite one across the desk. She did when he raised a hand whilst saying, “Please do sit Milady.”They were in a drawing room on the first floor of the enormous house. One bodyguard was seen stationed at the entrance of the door and another one opposite him. The room had a welcoming atmosphere; draped with thick yellow curtains and adorned with little crystal chandeliers on each side.Behind the Earl’s back stood a man wearing
Five minutes earlier...H was enjoying himself blocking the exorcist priest’s yelling whilst taking in all of the woman’s being; her flushed cheeks, the glistening breasts, the lovely exposure of her belly, and her inability to fight back. He loved it when a female is powerless under him. He loved it when he gets to toy with them before fucking them senseless and devouring their souls.Though immortal, Ysabelle wasn’t different. She was even special in his eyes, knowing sooner or later she’d die in his hands if he takes her immortality away. He planned to make the most of her before that happens, but he didn’t expect that his plans would soon go awry, and by soon it meant at present, where he was in the middle of creating an unwelcomed orgasmic sensation for the woman.‘Fuck. What’s this? What is this holy feeling?’ His mind blur
When their bodies touched the mattress, Ysabelle felt the alarm going to her head. By no means was she going to yield to this man who acted exactly unlike a human, let alone the Marcus that she knew. How else would they be gently floating down if this person above her wasn’t a supernatural?In her endless lifetime, she had seen countless of things under the guardianship of the brotherhood. Things that no mere human knows, not even the Vatican court of overseers, not even the Holy See, not even the presidents of the divided countries. She knew that other than humans, there were a number of entities playing on the background. Ghosts, angels, demons, spirits of the unknown, even what humans call now as unidentified flying objects. All of them are real and the Priory of Sion, though religious in nature, kept different kinds of relics and artifacts from these heavenly and not-so heavenly beings in the wake of their visits. They keep it safe and vowed secrecy of
Dawn came the next day. Ysabelle woke up with a tired feeling. She cleared her eyes, rubbing it gently, and then sat up. She was in a moment of disorientation then.Where are the candle lamps? The transparent drapes? Where are the rose petals on the floor?Scanning the room thoroughly, she finally realized she was now back in her bedroom... in reality.Somehow, the truth pricked her heart. If given a chance, she would have never wanted to wake up again. She would have wanted to stay in that dream world, where the warmth is... where Marcus is...But, a dream is always a dream, and every dream has an ending -- waking up now in her bedroom is her own end.It left a hole in her heart.‘What a night, ’ she said to herself, and then released a long, deep sigh, curling herself and putting her forehead against her knees. ‘What a dream.’
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