“I think I'd miss you even if we’d never met,” Azrael whispered as his fingers trailed the side of her face, leaving an alluring warmth.
Anna’s throat became dry, “We shouldn’t have met then―”
“No,” he said, “Even if it means losing everything, I would rather have you.”
They were destined to fall from the start. A forsaken bond. A hopeless cause. And yet, in that stolen moment, Anna didn’t care anymore, neither did he.
* * * 
Anna is a human in a world where her kind is treated like dust, while Azrael is the demon duke infamous for his ruthlessness and bewitching looks.
On a fateful night, her life gets entangled with him. Azrael takes her as his fiance, however, theirs is a relationship formed over a contract; a marriage of convenience.
In a land where the hatred between humans and demons runs deeper than blood, she can not let her guard down. 
Anna harbors no feelings for the handsome duke, nor for his kind. Though that doesn’t stop her heart from stuttering whenever he’s near, nor the ghost of a familiar fear to surge at the sound of his voice.
But he’s always near.
Telling her what to do.
Making her feel warmer, hotter than he should.
* * * 
To yearn for someone who is forbidden to you is a terrifying feeling. To burn from desire and never speak of it, to have a secret that is horrible to almost everyone, to hide something that could ruin everything.
This is a story carved in hidden desires, inked in blood, and sealed with a fatal sin. Will Anna make it out alive? Or will her heart lead to her downfall?

The Duke's Secret Sin

A ray of soft light entered the darkroom as Anna pushed the doors open. She balanced a couple of books in one hand while the other hand held a letter. Her face was puzzled as she wondered if Azrael had addressed it correctly. 


The short message was strange; ‘Their names are Onion and Radish’ 


Anna was at a loss of words at the peculiar message. Was he recommending a diet salad or something? 


Not dwelling much upon that, she locked the doors and placed the books upon her desk, before ritualistically slumping on the bed to let out a heavy sigh. 


She had never experienced such a soft mattress before entering the estate, hence, whenever she was tired or exhausted, Anna oddly found comfort by slumping. 


After a few moments passed, she ignited a few candles around the desk and began to diligently practice the demonic script. It was but a simplified version of an ancient lost language. 


A Fairytale Princess