(WARNING THIS BOOK IS RATED 18+!!!!)

She was a gift
He was the owner.
And the ancient angel was going to stop at nothing to protect what was unquestionably his.
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Using his large hands to hold her waist, he positioned himself at her entrance teasing her a little by rubbing himself against her. This action was intensely maddening for Bethel.

'Fuck just shove the whole thing in' Frustrated she thought to herself.

"Amica mea, just so you know, I don't think I can be any gentle as it is right now" The clueless immortal female blinked twice "I beg for your utmost forgiveness in the future my love" Bethel's eyes widened to great extents as she was finally able to soak in his words. But before she could utter a single word, it was too late.

The grim reaper thrust in with full force.

The Beautiful and the Damned

RECAP: “I believe you are stretching your luck way too far daemôniûm” Cyrus frowned and spoke, after hearing what the demon had said. 


The angel of death was contemplating the actions he should take as the words of the demon settled down into his head. Sloth seeing this smirked in satisfaction, this was all like a dream, would the great god really kneel before him? He was pretty positive that the god of death hadn’t ever knelt before his very own father the creator of everything before. So, without a doubt, being the first person in all the worlds ever created that this was going to be done for, did bring a really big egotistic smile to his face. 


Sloth squinched his face in pain as the throbbing pain from his removed arm intensified. He bit his lips as he managed to muffle a little whimper that almost escaped his lips. 


Two hundred and six bones