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-maneuvered her so that they could lie together, to enjoy the night, the fullness of the moon. He knew that being out here, connected with nature, only intensified her strength.] We’ll stay here for a bit longer.

-a magical spell to find her. Not now. No matter where her soul wound up, he’d be able to seek it out, to locate her. After all, they were part of one another now. The kiss deepened, lingered for a few more moments before he carefully pulled back, fingertips brushing against her cheek. He slowly -

-it came to Mavis, to the fragility of their situation, one could never truly be sure how long a moment would last, and so why not allow himself to enjoy what he could with her? And while he couldn’t even fathom being separated from her now, he knew that he wouldn’t need any of the ingredients for -

[He could feel the strength in her growing, could feel the way she pulled herself closer to him, eager to touch, eager to taste him. And he couldn’t deny the want in himself as well. He kept her pulled against him, his fingers slipping back into her blonde hair as he indulged in the moment. When -

Belial @theessenceofsin.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

My essence and your soul are forever connected, my prize.

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-and he wouldn’t want to do anything to set her back even a fraction of an inch. But he longed to kiss her. Even for a brief moment, to show her not only was he perfectly fine, but that this melding wasn’t just felt by her, but by him as well.]

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-out of wanting to calm any nervousness inside her, he rolled onto his side, his large hand resting against her cheek. Slowly he lowered his face to hers, his lips pressing against hers tenderly. He knew that her wounds there had been healed, but she still wasn’t at one hundred percent, -

-laid there beside her. He could see the tears swimming in her lovely eyes as she pressed her lips against his palm, as she thanked him for doing what he’d done. When she asked whether or not he was alright, he nodded.] Never better. [To show her that he wasn’t simply saying that out of pride,-

-Helping and caring for someone went against his very nature, and yet, here he was doing just that for Mavis. She was different. It wasn’t so much about the chase nor the victory, he was coming to learn. He’d found how alike they were, how much they had in common. And it made him smile as he -

[This was something he hadn’t been prepared for. Had he taken vessels countless times throughout history? Absolutely. And he had never felt guilty over doing such. He didn’t need permission to take them, and so he’d done just that. But had he ever given of himself to aid another? No. Why would he? -

Belial @theessenceofsin.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

It takes a lot to catch my attention, but you, my prize, have captured it and never let it go. #WCW @aprettypawn.bsky.social

-Good. [He lifted a hand, carefully removing the bandages on her face. His smile grew even wider. No wounds. No scars. No trace that they'd ever even existed.] Perfection.

-her grip on his hand, and even though she had not verbally answered his question, he could feel the absolute strength in her grasp. He smiled at her the moment she said she felt stronger. She didn't even need to say it. He could feel it, see it in her body language alone, hear it in her voice.] -

-given all that had befallen her recently? But there was none. He wanted to keep the way she saw him in the forefront of his mind. She saw beauty, eloquence, even a grace that he knew he did not possess. And yet, to her, it was still there, a light was still there in all of his darkness. He felt -

[Being back in his own body, he kept her memories close inside him. More than her past, her feelings, her power, what had truly captured him was seeing himself through her eyes. He wasn't sure what he expected to feel. An inkling of fear? A speck of uncertainty? A flutter of anger and resentment -

I share all with you, my prize. And thank you. Even Pride has moments of doubt. Just...don't tell anyone I said that. [Smiles]

It was once the color of my wings.

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-looking at her.] Mavis, are you alright?

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-her. An hour passed before he left her body, his essence pouring from between her parted lips. A tall arch of black smoke that moved from her open mouth to his own was darker than the night itself. His eyes opened, still lying there beside her, their hands clasped together. His head turned, -

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-to repair damage deeper than the eye could see. This was a giving of himself to her, and her to him, an intermingling that would forever change the way they looked at one another, and yet, he was willing to do it time and time again. She would have a far better understanding of him, as he would -

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-equated her to his family, to the fallen who had survived and risen up to power, to the first and eldest fallen, Lucifer, and how he’d bestowed gifts upon them, allowed them more freedom to find themselves. He felt her body growing stronger beneath the pale light of the moon as his essence worked-

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-through her eyes the way she’d not let such a thing break her. They’d had that in common as well. His fall from grace had not stopped him, had not discouraged him from seeking superiority and power, from seeking happiness and true authenticity for himself. And when he saw her grandmother, he -

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-show them how ill informed and how very mistaken they had been. Their child had been special, beautiful, and entirely unique. And they had cast her aside as though she were nothing, as though an error had occurred in her making. A smile curved her mouth because /he/ was smiling as he saw -

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- see her as a child, and the idea that she had been born wrong was something he could entirely relate to. It infuriated him in a way that he hadn’t felt since he lost her in medieval times when he’d burned the castle to ash. He wanted to find her parents and show them what true disappointment was,-

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[No matter how much he fought against seeing things she might have not wanted him to see, no matter how hard he tried not to pry, during a possession, thoughts, feelings, experiences and memories were all available to him. It was a melding of the minds, a true possession of body and soul. He could-

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