Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire
Trapped in the oppressive darkness of the room, his hand tightened around my neck once more.
"Diabolos, stop this madness!" I pleaded.
"You misunderstand everything," I cried, struggling for breath.
I refused to give in to Diabolos' twisted belief that love required obsession.
"You are young, Luna, and inexperienced in these matters," Diabolos dismissed me with a wave of his hand.
Considering his age, which in his eyes spanned hundreds if not thousands of years, I was indeed a fledgling.
"Luna, you must understand, Fated Mates are a reality," he insisted vehemently.
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