Scent Of Desire (Scent,2)

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Our tale truly began the day I awoke the heart of a monster. Together, we were more than a tale of obsession. We were the impossible that happened. The scorching combination of two opposite aromas that had stopped battling their desires to plunge into the void together. We were more powerful than love and more lethal than chaos. I had offered the Devil a scent of pure desire, and he offered me his humanity. His shadows bloomed my blackness, stalking to make me his queen in his stygian realm. I was his only weakness, the one he’d burn the earth for, and he was whom I could not escape. In a quest to find his soul, I was exposing myself to an uncertain to flower his light at the price of being consumed by my own tenebrosity. And now, we would have to make a choice, between destruction and redemption, darkness and light, the smell of death lurking in the corners.