Azriel X Eris Novels & Stories

the dragon seemed to roar Ariet name for a long time only to receive a calm and full of gratitude look from the strongest Archmage of the world Ariet L'Caster. "Elish doesn't be too foolish to believe in the Raziel ... Take care of our Aysha; she is very naive... Ciel is a good person... you should value him more... Ah, at least were you who ended this torment... I can die in peace now..." Ariet voice was too soft and let a warm sensation, but every few phrases, he vomited blood, that is a painful image.

Aria spun. Riri — no, Eris — stood there, barely clothed, her long black with a violet or wine - red shimmer, even cascading shadowy curls with a dark - lavender gloss hair draped across her shoulders like chains. Deep purple eyes stared into Aria like she wanted to consume her from the inside out. And yet she looked wounded. Not just jealous. Devastated. Aria blinked, confused. "Riri…?" "You let her touch you," Eris whispered, stepping forward, bare feet silent on the wet dream - floor. "You let her taste you. My love… how could you?"

"Save Cerulean, my love. But promise me that you'll come back to me." Azrael's eyes filled with tears, his heart breaking at the sight of Azazel's anguish. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss against his forehead. "I promise, my love. No matter what happens, I will find my way back to you." They shared a bittersweet kiss, holding onto each other as if their souls were merging for the last time. With one last glance, Azrael turned and vanished through the garden's entrance, leaving Azazel behind with a heavy heart.