The Devil you called
The spires of black stone glowed, reflecting our power, amplifying it, responding to our command.
I could feel every heartbeat of Malik. Every breath. Every pulse of desire, fear, and love. It surged through me, fusing with the mark. I was no longer just Sarai—I was the bond. I was shadow, smoke, power, devotion. I could feel everything, control everything… protect everything.
And in the chaos, I understood fully: there was no going back. The Earth above was beautiful, fragile, and human. But my heart belonged here, with Malik, in this chaos, in this darkness, where our love could thrive without breaking the fragile balance of the world above.
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