𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

The Warrior was a revered Saint, bound to live a Godly eternity. Until he saw the Witch. When her dark light broke through his religious devotion, his veneered ties to Heaven shattered, fating him to her beautiful Hell. 


Hell: where the cursed and broken bow willingly to the Witch's lonely sin, and as her darkness crept hungrily along his cold skin, the fallen Warrior looked to Heaven and wondered if he'd ever be allowed back in. 


But the invoking silence of his Godly faith left the Warrior helpless to the Witch, who forced him into her pretty, gilded cage, leaving him with nothing but his hot and bitter rage.


"Are you ready to accept your fate?" The furious Warrior turned as the Witch melted out of the inky darkness. When her cold eyes met his wild ones, he growled with both hatred and lust. When he got his hands on her, he was going to hurt her for ruining him.


Gripping the bar of his cage, he bared his teeth as the Witch wrapped her cold hand over his. The hungry scent of her darkness almost took him to his knees. "You hate me because you're weak. Now, you're just a man. Nothing more, nothing less."


"I am a sainted Warrior of God!" he choked. She reached in to curve her hand around his cheek. "And where is your god, my pet?" she whispered. He moaned at her icy touch. Unable to stop himself, he pressed into the bars, desperate to be near her.


Her darkness spoke of ancient power and hate. Tragic heartbreak and fate. "Free me," he rasped. "My beautiful sinner," the Witch mused. "The only cage that holds you, is the one in your memories of temptation. Free yourself."


Divine innocence battled against unholy knowledge in his mind mind. Frantic to stay true to his God, he was plagued by the Witch's presence. If he choose her fate, he was damned...but to not have her painful touch was true hell.


The Warrior's moral virtues twisted into beautiful acceptance, tearing the saintly threads from the tapestry of his life. Freed from his caged mind, he stood in front of the Witch with nothing between them but his dark rage-


To be continued...



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