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But it wasn’t enough. We needed to go on the offensive. The soft creak of the door opening behind me drew my attention. I turned to see Damian stepping inside, his presence filling the room like a storm rolling in. He had shed his usual suit jacket, the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled up, revealing the inked lines of tattoos along his forearms. “You’re still awake.” His voice was low, rough with exhaustion. I crossed my arms, leaning against the window frame. “So are you.”

I followed his gaze to see Knight who had just stepped out of his car, walking towards us in all his perfection. His curly hair was fallen behind his shoulder, his arm tattoos adding to the dangerous aura emitting from him now. He also had a black pants and black boots. He looked like the mafia man he was "W-who did you say he was again?" Damian muttered laying back on his seat. What a coward? Damian was a gym freak and had the perfect body with muscles at the right places. He was the catch of many girls at campus but he had eyes for only me, unfortunately for him.

I flushed, when I realized that my dress zipper had come off, I looked up at him. I have a small smile, I bite my lip softly. Damien rubs his thumb pad on my lower bottom lip. “God, you are beautiful, Liora,” he said, directly looking into my eyes. I smiled, not knowing what to say or react. I have heard so many insults… Damien had always told me how beautiful I am, like that night. I blushed looking away. “Don't look away from me, Sweet,” he said softly. I looked back at him, he moved back, pulled off his shirt. His chest, arms were ripped, and he had tattoos, and one stood out. It was drawn in Japanese characters but I didn't catch the meaning, it was drawn over his heart.

Everything waiting for the moment he would finally rest with her… And she was gone. Damian ripped off his ceremonial robe and flung it aside. His chest heaved as he looked around the room, and rage twisted violently inside him. With a choked sound, he groped handfuls of his Raven black hair and pulled hard until several strands tore free. A hoarse, broken scream broke out from his throat. Then he collapsed to the floor. “Why now…” he whispered, voice raw and trembling. “When we were just getting happy?” He closed his eyes tightly, pressing a hand to his face as he forced himself to breathe. He reached out mentally, spiritually calling for the Moon Goddess.

“I don’t have a mark. I mean, I’ve never had a tattoo or anything like that.” He stepped back, drying his hands on a nearby towel, his expression unreadable. “Damian… what is it?” Aria asked, wrapping the towel more tightly around herself as she stepped out of the shower. Her hair was dripping wet, her body still slick with water, but the temperature of the room had dropped drastically. Not from the air—but from the tension. Damian exhaled and leaned against the counter. “There’s a symbol on your lower back. A very specific one. A snake coiled around a dagger.”

“Damian, love me harder please.” Damian groaned and pushed harder inside of her, as requested, and her moans invited him to go faster than he could. Avery’s nails gripped on his back, and they worked on drawing a beautiful masterpiece all around his skin. Damian thrust again as he sucked on Avery's neck, making sure to leave a purplish hickey to show the world that she belonged to him. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

comes Samantha's voice from a wall of screens. "This is the our boss" Damian asks with broken English as he takes a seat on one of the very expensive gamer chairs I had delivered. "Her name is Demitria but prefers to be called Demi she has asked that you go through the base, wear houses and mansion setting up all new state of the art security with palm readers for all restricted areas" I pass out the packets I put together for them. “You will all be sworn in by blood, this is to insure your ties to the family and your loyalty to her.” I say after everyone has their packets.

And that’s how the Gods were lost to history until a warrior from both Heaven and Hell was born. This is the story of Damian Morningstar. A warrior with Hell’s fiery rage and a glimmer of Heaven’s light within him. With the Gods knowing his true nature he was imprisoned, bound by chains in the Prison of the Damned. He vowed that he would escape and that there would be no one to stand in his way. So, Damian made sure that he had gained his strength as he was bound by two bladed weapons, Heaven’s Light and Hell’s Fury.

I scream running back to the black Cadillac, our car. “Stop her!!!” someone shouts but I keep on going, the moment I reach the car I open the door and what I see has me tongue tied. On the driver’s seat laid Jeremy, blood all over him; a sharp, deep cut on the hand that had the black and white bracelet (our friendship bracelet). I looked at my wrist but there was nothing. I could not believe Jeremy was laying there, a black triangle near him and his left wrist had a black cloth tied on it.

"Stop for a second. Whooo." Diana released the cock and watched it twitching up and down in front of her. The end of it was wet with her spit and the whole thing looked even more inflated. "Whoo-eee," The priest said weakly. "You sure are good at that." "Am I?" She asked, pleased with herself. "Really?" "Yes, yes indeedy," Father Bland replied, before taking a few deep breaths. "Yes indeed. Now, I think we need to try it again, just a little differently. Okay?"