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“Say, do you have a powerful smite spell as a priest or something poisonous that I can drink? I don’t feel like walking. Waking up in the church is quicker.” Surprised that Damian asked to be killed as a shortcut, Zen wondered if friendly fire was allowed. He did not have such spells or poisonous substances in his inventory. However, he had weapons on him that might do the trick. “If it works, it might hurt a lot,” Zen warned. “Close your eyes. I don’t feel good attacking another person, especially someone on my team.” Laughing, Damian beckoned for Zen to stab him in the jugular correctly. One good stab would send him right back to where he wanted to be.

He stopped just a few meters away from me and that’s when i realized that this man is the same man I saw in the mall. “Hello, priestess.” His voice sent shivers all over my body. His voice is deep and cold, though I can’t see his face I can feel his smirk while straigy looking at me in the eyes. Priestess. I have no idea why he keeps on calling me priestess. What’s wrong him? ”Who are you?” He laughed. “You guess.”

I told him we would talk later, then went back to the car and asked Alejandro to drive. On the road he started teasing me about Damian, that he could tell something happened; well, nothing got past Alejandro, so I ended up telling him about last night, and he didn't seem surprised at all; he knew it was going to happen. “He tattooed my name on his chest,” I defended myself. “How can a girl control herself with that? As if he's not handsome enough, now he has to add a nipple piercing.” I rolled my eyes, and Alejandro laughed. Well, he couldn't believe Damian had a nipple piercing and, most importantly, a tattoo; he was a lawyer for god's sake.

Her heart did some somersaults and with each breath, the knots in her stomach got tighter. Once the priest was done with his piece, they faced each other to do the vows and she came face to face with Dominic. There was a sight you didn't get to see every day. He looked just as she remembered him. Tall and slim, not to mention handsome. With a square jaw. The same eyes that had haunted her dreams for the past five years. The only thing that had changed was how he styled his hair. Now it was all black curls neatly combed back above his head.

Me: (sent him all the pictures and videos of me on his clothes). Damien: I need sunglasses! You are glowing too much, my eyes might hurt. Me: You like them? Damien: Babe😍 you are hot🔥. Is that you shaking my butt? Me: 😂,I was playing around. Damien: I will like to see you shake them tonight. Me: I will think about it. Damien: I will help you think fast. Is that my Nike? Me: It is mine now! Damien: Silly! You look great in it.

He stepped carefully over shattered glass and half-buried memories. He hadn’t been here in years. Not since the old world bled into the new. Blood darkened the altar. Not Evelyn’s. Not Lucian’s. But it still made his stomach twist. He wasn’t used to that. Feeling. Damian crouched beside the markings carved into the stone floor. His fingers hovered above them. These weren’t just glyphs—they were warnings. Rituals. Circle dogma etched in bone-deep obedience. He’d once believed in this place. Trusted the people who gathered here. Trusted him.

Damien said, getting up. Diablo grinned broadly. “Ahh, you don’t have to pay me, I said I’m grateful for your company’s help, right? But who am I to reject your kindness…” “If you don’t want it, I won’t pay it in.” Damien gave him a side glance. Diablo stayed quiet, scratching his head. Why wouldn’t he want the money? Having more money would never hurt anyone. “Don’t worry, pay it in. I’m raising a daughter you know.”

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.

I waved the thought off my mind, afterall I didn't care to know. "What do you want Xavier?" I turned to ask him, noticing he had dyed his black hair red, and surprisingly, he looked hot. "Just answer me." He licked his lower pink lips and I noticed a piercing on it. 'Fuck!' I cursed within as I also noticed the tattoos sneaking up his arms. Did this dude have a makeover or what? I was a sucker for men with tattoos and piercings. Damian planned to get one once he got accepted into Nevermore.

Every time you raise the host, you will leak for me. Damien shuddered, ass still twitching around the buried length. The demon leaned down, lips brushing the priest’s ear. “Chapter two of your fall is complete. Tomorrow night… We finish it on the high altar during the consecration. With witnesses.” He pulled out slowly, leaving Damien gaping, leaking, ruined. The priest collapsed across the desecrated cloth, body trembling, mind quiet for the first time in years, filled instead with the echo of ridged heat and backwards Latin.