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“Fuck! Arthur! Let me the fuck do—” I screeched but literally froze as my eyes grew wide like saucers because of what was about to crash through the ceiling mere inches from me.“Protenda Le Va!”
The shielding spell left me a second before the ceiling above me shattered and tendrils of darkness pierced downward. Their arrival was accompanied by intense winds that reminded me of a sucking vortex, which was why I couldn’t stop screaming as if my life depended on it because this intense dark force was begging to suck me into its void.
The only thing stopping it was the red strings that managed to keep me in place, which was becoming more of a blessing than a captured curse.
“SAINT!” I screamed his name because I knew he was the only one who could potentially get me out of this.
My outcry triggered the intense sucking winds to stop, but the slice of sudden silence seemed to ignite another dilemma as the strings that held me through the whipping chaos suddenly disappeared.
“FUCKKK!” I shrieked as I suddenly began to drop.
This was giving me deja vu vibes as I was clearly about to experience my life flash before my eyes because I couldn’t push away the overwhelming dread and panic that consumed me.
I couldn’t think or breathe as my limbs flailed aimlessly. All I could do was stare upward in pure fear while my body suddenly went numb like a coping mechanism. There was nothing else I could do but brace for my approaching doom, which was why my eyes closed shut in hopes my end would feel like being knocked out by a single punch.
My body slammed into something, but it wasn’t strong enough to knock me out—the impact merely taking the breath out of me as I gasped and opened my eyes in fright.
One look to my left immediately introduced me to a being that didn’t look human in the slightest. No, this man had to be a zombie himself, or a zombie mixed with something else that replicated Blacky’s appearance.
He was massive, at least eight feet, and his frame was as bulky as a giant, but it was his eyes that bored into mine venomously that should have sent me out of his arms and out of this fucking church.
Yet, I couldn’t run away.
My brain was either broken or coming closer to death for the hundredth time was finally making me lose a few screws. My arms immediately reached upward in their trembling state and wrapped around this being like he could save me from the clutches of death.
His whole body froze, the rigidity in his limbs doing nothing to pierce through my immense relief as I squeezed him with everything I could. I was hugging a giant monster of darkness, and yet the words left me without thinking.
“Saint.” My voice shook with far too much fear, but I couldn’t stop my reaction. This very well could be a PTSD reaction, but I didn’t care if it made me look weak to the rest of the world. In this moment, I just needed to be reassured that I wasn’t fucking dreaming and was still alive with one of my Forbidden Kings. “Fuck. I almost died!”
I pulled back to stare at him with wild eyes, and this monster only looked scarier as he peered at me with glowing hollows of red. It was tricky to really define his appearance: a demon monster of sculpted arms, chiseled chest, and horns that curled and pointed upward at the tipped ends.
His eyes were bloody red and glowed intensely, like they were doors to the parallel universe of sin and bloodshed, but despite how truly frightening this creature's appearance was, deep within those haunting spheres was an emotion I was attempting to decipher.
Confusion? Uncertainty? Fear?
There was no way of getting it right, which was why I simply let it go and decided actions spoke louder than whatever triggered nonsense that would escape my quivering lips.
With my hands pressed against the creature's chilled cheeks, I didn’t allow myself to think as my lips came crashing against his—the action suddenly ignited various gasps while the pipe organ hymns came to a dramatic stop.
The blanket of silence only further encouraged me to continue. My display of affection toward this being of darkness invited a sense of calm that began to trickle into me.
Somewhere in the depths of my mind, I actually did question if this was really Saint in some alternate form, but it was such a smidge of uncertainty in comparison to the rest of me that didn’t need logic to confirm that the being who saved me from death was none other than my playboy of a Dark Lord, Saint.
Breaking the kiss, I opened my eyes slightly and gave him a slight smirk.
“Now if this was all a setup to determine if I’ll dump your ass for being, well…” I paused to look down at him. “…an attractive yet slightly hideous demon ruler, then you really underestimated your Blossoming Flower.”
“Are you absolutely insane?!” The shrieked question came from right. The shadows that once cloaked the majority of the pews had vanished, revealing plenty of men in white robes.
From the looks of horror and disbelief on their pale faces, I’d clearly done something out of the ordinary.
I guess kissing a “monster” wasn’t very normal in their holy books. If only they hopped onto the whole monster romance trend. Maybe they would be a little more accepting and less judgemental.
“Insane? Why is my sense of mental stability being questioned over kissing my mate after he saved me from dropping to my doom…which may potentially be my second time having him interfere on my behalf,” I questioned.
It just wasn’t making sense to me.
“He’s a demonic monster! A plague upon our lands! He’s certainly the Ruler of the Underworld!” a man with brown hair on my left accused as he pointed at us. “It’s clear you’ve been brained washed to become a sacrifice on our behalf!”
