The mere words leave Lilith is enough to scare me to the deepest pit in Hell. Now I have heard her panic before, and this is surely one of those times which is only but magnified tenfold. So it is with great fear and might I say even a slight bit of hesitation that I turn that corner.
Should I find that anything has happened to Mirabelle, I shall fall into that deep pit in Hell. I am not a man that feels fear; I have simply not been designed for it. I thrive on the pleasure it brings me when I see it in someone else’s eyes, yet I do not experience it myself.
The very moment I step into sight of what is before me, I am blown away by surprise at what my eyes behold. Mirabelle has the female Angel pinned to the ground between her hands and her legs. Of course, the woman is kicking up a storm to free herself, but Mirabelle's power is far greater. Now why she has not ended her miserable life, I am not sure.
"My love, why are you still faffing with this woman?"<
Within my arms, I have the only thing that I value more than my sinful life. She has so much turmoil in those eyes, so many questions she seeks the answers for. Am I the one man, the man who deceives for a living, am I the one who needs to tell her of her true self, and most of all, what my desire was with her in the beginning.Well, I am always up for a good story, and yet I will be scaring the shit out of her.“Now, let us start with the easy. You know what we defeated earlier.”“I heard you call the man Michael, and the woman did disappear in somewhat of a miraculous bright light. Now I am jumping on the limb here and guessing they must have been Angels?”“Yes, my love, they were…”And yes, wait for it, “Holy fuck…shit can I say holy in front of you?”I only but burst out in laughter at her, “My love, I am not a Vampire that is allergic to garlic.”“Do
They say a man’s life flashes before his eyes when he is staring death in the face; well, I say it is bullshit. All that is staring me in the face are the barrel of a gun. Now, did I foresee this happening? Well, of course, I did not come here to have a goddamn tea party. What was a casual exchange of threats has now only stepped up one level to where I am about to have my head blown off. Yet, Mark underestimates my determination. I have come too far and too long to have Mirabelle by my side; there shall be no one that comes between us. The way that I see it, their marriage is dissolved. Now, if Mark does not want to listen, then I shall kindly remind him again. “You can go right ahead and blow my brains out as much as you like, your will refrain from seeing Mirabelle again.” Well, now if I thought that he would listen, it only makes him more furious. With somewhat of a slight tremble, his voice reaches a pitch higher and echoes to every corner of the room, “
…Mirabelle POV…“Dear Damien,Two feelings come to mind as I think of you and the great fact that I will one day find myself in Hell.The place that is created for a great monster that can take hold of your heart and twist it in directions that the mind will be tormented at. This, my dear friend, is none other than fear.A good man once said, expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, the fear shrinks, and vanishes and you are free.There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create.The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that p
One can imagine my surprise as I stepped into my room only to find the last person I would expect to see. Now I do believe that the shock on my face would have been classic, for he did have a slight grin on his face as he sat there on the chair in the corner, just going about tapping his feet.So, yes, I am rather shocked, “Father, what are you doing here?”“I got some word that you are doing everything apart from hunting my demon.”“Father, I…”“Save the excuses, Damien.” His voice raises but an inch louder but loud enough to echo over the buzzle down in the street. Then as he speaks again, “I am not even going to play the game with you; tell me where she is?”I only but shake my head in clear confusion; who would have told this man about Mirabelle, or perhaps he is not even referring to her. He must have seen me before I started to use the Black Magic that I was sharing my bed wit
…Mirabelle POV…I have never felt such extreme anger towards a single soul in my life before. To say that my heart is not raging with hatred would be a lie. All I feel towards Damien now is anger.Did I care about this man before?If you ask me now, then I would say no. I feel betrayed, and god knows I feel hurt. The pain that he has inflicted on me is one that you can never forgive. How can you walk into the home of a man with the intent of killing him? Can he even dare to say that he has done this all for us?”What us?There is no such thing.I hate the man.Yet this man thinks that he can underestimate me; “Do you know what, Damien?”“No, but please enlighten me since you have had a spark in that dense brain of yours.”“I feel pathetic because I let you break my heart; I hate that I ever gave it to you in the first place. I trusted you with it; I was only something tha
Watching Mirabelle as she stares into my eyes, there is a crippling fear that is settling over every bone in her body. Yes, she knew this would come, yet, perhaps not so soon.Though, I need to ask myself if I care.Well, my answer is no, yet there is still that part of me that has a heart.There is only one thing that is consuming me now…and that is…FEAR.Why? Why must such an emotion come to bring you down in moments when you should feel happy.Well, guess what?I have known fear fo a very long time. My whole life, to be precise. We've been together through everything, the good times and, yup, definitely the bad. Looking back, I wonder why it was there when I've been happy, why it questioned my happiness, but I guess it just didn't want to feel left out of the party. It just wanted to keep reminding me that it was there, like a security blanket, promising to never leave my side.So as I have to sit and endure t
…Mirabelle POV…It is early morning and the rays of the sun are lying hot on his skin.So as he starts to stir from his rest, I take his face between my hands, "Hey.""My beloved, have you been staring at me while I was resting my eyes?""Perhaps…"Taking Damien's hand, I slide it up my thigh, slipping his fingers under the seams of my shirt…He only but smiles, "Now this is a way that I wish to be disturbed."His hand grips tight onto my waist. My hand is moving up his leg, my fingers gently grazing his hard length. His body is trembling as he moves his hand further under my shirt. I am becoming a wet mess, my body aching for him to be between my legs.He spins me around and pushes my chest hard into the bed, pinning my hands firm above my head. He is grinding his aching groin deep into my ass. He scrunches up my shirt and shoves the material all the way up to my waist. When he catches a glimpse of
It pained my heart as I lead Mirabelle to what she shall no call her eternity. She shall, for the rest of her life, live in an endless loop of what she has sinned.Her sin?Thou shall not commit adultery.Her punishment?She shall have tormented passion for the rest of her life. It shall not stop; it shall find itself over and over again.And the tormented pain?She shall wake up, and I will not be there.She shall live her life wanting the thing that has brought her here…me.Yet, one needs to understand that I am not the one that has given her the eternity that she shall live.No.This has done by my father. He has trapped the very thing that the Angels are now furiously seeking for in Hell for an eternity.So not only have I become her keeper, but I am her torturer as well. And this is what breaks my heart even over. Yes, I did wish her all those things that I said in the heat of the moment, yet as