…Mirabelle POV…
I might have said this before, and I shall say it once again. Life is defined by a series of moments; whether they are good in nature or bad in kind, these shall define you as the person you are or the outcome of your life. Now, what has this time that Damien and I been apart brought to my life that can possibly make it better in any way, for they should indeed be one of the most awful times that I have known in my life? The best part that brings great pleasure to my heart is that I have grown so incredibly close to Damien.This, though, is not the only thing that has captured my heart, but that his mother, Lilith, have gone to incredible lengths to keep us close does leave me to appreciate things far deeper than I have done before.So it was with great pleasure as Damien was freed from the cage in Hell and returned home.The very first thing that he does as he steps back inside my room is to go scrub all that is the cage of his body…Mirabelle POV…As I see Damien step back in the room, I can see that there is a rather worried expression on his face. I do not know who he has just spoken to but whatever it is that they discussed has got Damien very concerned.Do I believe that is it is about me?Yes that I do believe.Do I want to know?No.So instead of having to speak of it, I cause a far better diversion instead. I take Damien's hand, I slide it up my thigh, slipping his fingers under the seams of my dress, his other hand gripping tight onto my waist. My hand is moving up his leg, my fingers gently grazing his hard length. His body is trembling as he moves his hand further under my skirt. I am becoming a wet mess, my body aching for him to be between my legsHe spins me around and pushes my chest hard into the wall, pinning my hands firm above my head. He is grinding his aching groin deep into my ass. He scrunches up my dress and shoves the material all the way
I find myself staring deep into those sparkling brown eyes."Mirabelle, I know now that no matter where we find ourselves in our lives, at the present moments, that we have always been destined to be together." Then as a tear appear in the corner of her eyes and starts rolling down her cheek, I gently wipe it away and lean in closer, "Thank you for coming back. I think, yet I know, that I would simply have died if I did not see you walking through that door."She only but chuckles at me and pull my lips closer, "I love you."And with that, I hand her, and yes, it is white, and it is folded in a square."Oh god no!" she utters in complete surprise. "Not a damn envelope."As I shove it gently in her hand, I only but smile, "This one you will like."So goes quiet and looks at me for a brief moment, then slowly, yet cautiously, she starts opening the now. And as I watch her form the words on her lips, it gives me great satisfaction."Mirabelle,Th
…Mirabelle POV…This morning when I woke up, you had already left for training with the boys. I so wished that you just had stayed one little while longer so that we could figure this thing out that is hanging in the air between us.How is it that there is always something throw in our way of happiness?I know that if I say this, then I am being selfish and what I am about even to ask, yet, even more, say is perhaps being worse than plain damn nasty.As you left this morning, I began to think about the way things were when we first met. We were so much in love; then, we couldn't wait to get to each other to tell each other everything that happened that day. I remember how we were both so interested in all the little details of our daily stories and how we would laugh over the smallest thing. The simplest meal was a feast to us, and we needed very little to make us happy.We usually spent our evenings at home chitchatting, cuddling, and making l
Faith is about believing. You don't know how it will happen, but it will happen.Sebastian is sitting next to me, holding my hand so tight that it is becoming numb. He has dozed off and looks so peaceful as he is sleeping. I do not want to wake him up; he has not had a decent night's rest in what seems to be ages. He stays up every night, every day; he is awake almost every waking moment looking after me. He needs these few moments.I am writing this letter as a token of my love to him, as a keepsake for him to treasure, and as a reminder of my commitment to us and to our life together."To my dear love,I want you to know that I love you, ALL OF YOU, and I always will. I am committed to our marriage until death does us part. At times, in moments of deep frustration, I may have questioned otherwise, but that was my immature way of seeking love from you when I should have been looking for you to fill the void in my temporarily wandering heart.Beloved, I know
"Forget about it. Don't be a prisoner of things that you cannot change."It breaks my heart that everything is again falling apart slowly. I always thought that we would get out of this stronger. But there was always this fear that I will lose her in more ways than one.So I am left here with nothing but my thoughts; if Mirabelle won't talk, then I hope that she will listen.What is the worst that she can do? Throw me out of the room?I can see there is a slight irritation in her eyes, but she allows me to take her hand. Once she is settled, I softly whisper. In the days before, I used to tell our baby stories. Now, now I am left with...well, it is just her and me again. So I need for her to listen."Mirabelle.""Yes, Damien?""I don't want to lose you.""I don't want to talk about this, Damien.""Then please just listen."She sits up straight and looks me into the eye, waiting rather impatient."Please, Damien. Can this not wai
Remember, love will always outnumber, overshadow and overcome. Against all odds and despite all obstacles, we are going to make it.I love Mirabelle. And love will outnumber, overshadow and overcome all obstacles and odds that are thrown in our way.She is the love of my life. And there is no other place I would rather be.Thinking of her brings me warmth, it fills me up and threatens to consume me in every possible way. I would simply die if I could not be with her."Can I kiss you?""You are so polite in asking.""I cannot go…"I place my fingers against his soft lips and wrap his face in my hands. I pull his face closer until there is nothing but a mere breath between our lips. Then I softly whisper. "I thought you would never ask."When this evening started, not once did I thought that I would meet this captivating woman. She swept me off my feet the moment that her gorgeous body bumped into mine. If I did not seek being lonely, the
Mirabelle...I just want to let you know that you are the love of my life. You are the reason I am glowing because the kind of happiness that you always give me is indescribable. Our love is here to stay. You are the part of me that was missing and I am glad I met you. Since I met you, my life has changed for the better and you have not given me a reason to doubt my love for you for a second. I love you and I love everything about you. You have melted my heart, colonized it that all I now think about is you. I want to let you know that I have fully surrendered my heart to you and I know that you will never make me regret doing so.I have chosen you as my forever love and I know why I have taken that decision. Ever since you entered my life, I have been experiencing great peace of mind within me. The level of love that I have for you grows higher and higher as the day goes by. You are such a wonderful person that I wish to always have by my side each and every passing day. Thanks
…Mirabelle POV… The Devil has caught me off guard for a mere moment while Damien was not around. Yet, that is not the biggest of my concerns What does scare me beyond is where he has taken me… I am in some small room in the furthest corners of Hell. It has been twelve hours, fifteen minutes, and twenty seconds since he has taken me away from Damien. Now to worsen the agony that I am going through, I am surrounded by more Demons than I would like to be. So as they all huddle around outside, I grab a little notepad and pen lying on the table. Part of me is hoping that Damien will know where to find me, and if the Devil has to move me, I need to leave him a clue; even the smallest of breadcrumb would make the difference. So as I glance over my shoulder at the Demons outside the door, I sigh in relief and continue to scribble on the piece of paper in hopes that Damien will find it. "My beloved. I am somewhere in a room in Hell. By
…Mirabelle POV…Damien is absolutely sinful and as I lay here next to him, I see that beautiful smile on his face that I have grown to love."Damien, I would say good morning, but we do not sleep. And if we could sleep, then I would say we did not sleep.""Why on earth, my beloved?""Because you cannot keep your hands to yourself.""I am only showing you love, my beloved. The love of a Devil.""I am tending more to lust."He runs his hands up my body. He runs his soft lips over my skin."What do you say, I show you how more love this Devil has?"Damien grips me by the hips and crushes my body into him.He lets my body fall back into the sheets; every square inch of my body dissolves into his. He leans over me and centers me on the bed before he settles on top of me. I feel him, all of him, pressed against me; I feel his erection throbbing against my thighs, his warm breath lingering on my skin.He feels amazing.
As I stand and admire her beauty where she is standing in front of the tall mirror of the wall, all I can think of his touch those deep cherry lips of hers. But I can see that she is torn between what choice to make, so I stand to go to her; I am such a danger to be around right now, I do not even think that I should make such a bold step.Here is this girl, she has taken away all my senses; she has come and brought me so much pleasure. But now, once again, she has become the forbidden fruit which I can not taste. I know that wanting her should be so wrong, but right now, wrong surely feels so good."My beloved, I am truly sorry. If I knew that this would happen, then I would never have taken you there. Do I even dare to say that this was meant to happen?"I see her smile, but her eyes are filled with disappointment. What have I done wrong? Is it something I perhaps said? She steps a slight bit forward and gently reaches out to touch my hand. A million sensations shoc
Life does not flash in front of your face when you stand death within the eye; it is, in fact, all just pure horror. Who has the time to think about the things you have done and should have done in return when you are staring your end into the face?Now the last thing I was to stare into the face now is the man that betrayed me and let us not forget the man that started this all. Which one do I wish to punch first?"Dagon, why? Why have you gone this far?""It is obvious, Damien, for love.""My dear man, you have the wrong impression of what love is and even more skewed the way you find yourself to keep it.""You have been nothing but trouble since Mirabelle set foot in your life. You have put so many of our kind in danger, and let us not forget about the most important...""Lilith? Well, I have known my sister for her entire Demon life, and this is the very last way she wishes one to express it to her."While I am saying this, the deep sadness, bu
It is said that if you follow a plan step by step that it should not fail, so why do we find ourselves facing an empty void of nothing? If this man is casting these spells in the order that it should be done, then there should be a rip in reality, a tear from which bright light should come. But instead, we are standing at the entrance of the crypt, where many of the elder Demons have come to their final resting place. Perhaps he just finds himself to be slow, or he is having trouble in performing the spell as they do become more difficult the stronger they become.So while we patiently wait for something that is best to not happen at all, I dial Azron to find out how things are at his end."My dear Azron, any sign of unrest with Connor and his pack?""Damien, they do not seem to be here.""Like taken or just gone?""That I cannot tell you, but something does seem odd."This news does bother me somewhat, for Connor would not leave his home unless if by s
Every man's life lies within the present, for the past is spent and done with, and the future is uncertain. Even though the future is uncertain, you should choose to embrace the unknown and have faith that everything is going to be okay. This may not be tonight, tomorrow, or the next day, but everything is going to be okay.I, myself, am a strong person, but every now and then, I need someone to hold my hand and tell me that everything shall be all right. But if all of those around you are wanting for you to be that person to them, you need to be the one that rises through the storm, forget about your own fears, do not wonder, do not imagine, and most of all, do not obsess about the things that make you feel uncertain. Breathe and believe that everything shall be fine in the end; if it is not, that only means that it is not yet the end.The question begs, do I tell the truth and tell them what it is that they need to hear, or do I tell them what I feel I want them to hear.
They say that life is made up by a series of defining moments; it shall define who you are and whom you shall become. I do believe that the way we shall overcome the Book of Spells shall define the legacy of the Demon. Now, this will never be one that we shall outlive, but it shall be the one that we shall gain the respect of other mythical creatures in this realm and even beyond what the eyes can see.Now, why should such a feat be tasked to a Demon, for the simple fact that we are the superior race. There are the ones that compare in strength, but they are only but set to reap destruction between themselves. But then you find a human that wishes to harness the power of something he truly does not understand. Even worse now, he wishes to speed up the pace at which the Seven Spells should be cast; this is a recipe for disaster that is about to unfold rapidly.So I am not sure if it is with pure luck or plain stupidity that we find ourselves standing next to a cemetery. I w
I have a very worried Mirabelle staring at me; now I know what the poor girl is thinking; she is wondering what does 'cleansing of the mortals' means. Well it means, the strongest shall survive, for the darkness shall unleash every creature that nightmares are made of. And these creatures prey on the lives of mortals; they range from taking their souls to ripping the very thing that beats which keeps them alive. These creatures shall eliminate those who are too weak to be part of the perfect mortal race.So it is with pure panicked horror that Mirabelle asks the question that I am sure even the Demon Hunter, Zachariah, knows the answer to."Do I even dare to ask what the other spells are?""My beloved, there shall be a spell that will, if you wish to say, cleanse immortals too. Now, if he follows the book to perfect detail, the next shall be to cleanse the very creatures that have just cleansed the mortals for him."And when you say him, you say you know exactly
After what seemed like the longest hour of my immortal life, we make our way back home to regroup and plan our way forward.It is a concerned Lilith that stops me before I enter my room, "Do you fear the holder of the vase shall come after us?""I believe that nobody is safe. No mythical creature and no human also. We shall be leaving in the next half an hour."With that, Lilith makes her exit; to say that Azron and I am not relieved would be a lie. But this shall be a shortlived for we do need to make our departure. I do believe that we are being optimistic walking into this with only three Demons, the Devil and his beloved. The question begs, to return my father to his form once again, the holder of the vase requires to master the Book of Spells, has this man managed to require she skill to do so? This I am afraid I do not know, for we have not seen any unexplainable phenomenon.So after gathering as much courage that four trembling Demons can, we step outside
There is a sound of absolute terror that fills the forest as chaos erupts before my very eyes. It is hard to see under the struggle that is a bundle in a ball of tumbling bodies if my beloved is still moving. As I watch one Ripper by one get pulled off from her lifeless body, it is pure agony that shoots through my body. It is with absolute impatience that I wait to be untied. The minute my hands are free, I leap to her in an instant. While I kneel next to her, I watch as the Rippers get ripped themselves. Well, I guess it is true that every dog has its day; in this case, a Ripper has gotten what he had coming.So as I shake my beloved, I need to find the urge not to cry in front of all that is present. I know that she is okay; it is only the terror that has her beyond scared."My beloved, they are all gone."Very bewildered, she opens her eyes; her voice is a soft whisper underneath her shivering lips."Damien, what happened?"From behind me, a very dear fr