The Eternal Idol Black Sabbath Novels & Stories

He didn't come back until the next morning. I was so relieved when he finally returned. His clothes carried the faint, ritualistic scent of myrrh, ancient wood, and consecrated earth—the unmistakable scent of a blood-oath rite. I’d even asked him, “Were you at the sanctuary?” He said, “Just passing by.” I never imagined he would betray me. Betray our eternity. Now I understood. He had forged the Eternal Bond with Livia that night. And I, like a fool, had been sitting here worried sick about him.

We were trapped in an endless cycle of pursuit and death, all because of one woman's delusional entitlement. "There has to be a way to break it," I said desperately. "Some way to sever the connection." Mr Blake was quiet for a long moment, staring into the flames. "There might be," he said finally. "But it would require Margaret to let go of her obsession willingly. And after five lifetimes of feeding her hatred..." "She'll never let go," Thomas finished grimly. The cottage fell silent except for the crackling of the fire. I closed my eyes, trying to process everything I'd learned. The weight of multiple lifetimes pressed down on me, memories of love and loss spanning centuries.

“That’s… a terrible fate.” “Yes,” he agreed. “But it happens. Especially during wars with demons. When we fall, we vanish. But when demons are killed they’re cast into the Abyss, a bottomless pit of eternal descent, surrounded by darkness, never touching ground, never finding rest. I’m not sure which fate is worse.” I drew in a shaky breath. “I used to think gods were almighty and untouchable. But it seems even divinity comes with pain and rules.” Zevarion looked at me with eyes that held centuries of sorrow. “Power doesn’t make you immune to loss. Sometimes, it makes it worse.”

This man shows so much momentum and character that it is difficult for me to keep my sanity when my eyes connect with his eyes. -Here is your order sir .... -Blackwell -He answered with a sideways smile- My name is Azael Blackwell, it's a pleasure, Miss Amanda. Holy Christ, I bit my lips, I don't know what was wrong with me, my jaw seemed to be trembling. And the thing is, I've seen a lot of handsome men in my life, but, this man, he seems to be wrapped in an enigmatic air of mystery and power, and that, I can turn the face of any female, even, man.