A Sacrilege.

The love between a god and the incarnation of a demon has aroused the anger of the Gods.

Rhaia's memories were forcefully pulled out and all she could do was nothing but watch.
She, the demon Queen was the result of a betrayal between Gods and Demons and now she was being punished for seducing the prince of the Gods. The pure love between them has become a game of chess in the hands of others.

Nine lifetimes of doom and damnation!

'But wasn't this punishment a bit too light? She should have been thrown into the abyss instead and handed over to the devils.'

Rhaia heard the murmurings of the Gods and smiled. Her beloved's memories have also been wiped off and he had been forced into sleep.


Soon a twinkle flashed within the depths of her eyes, a sly smile on her lips.

'Who needs memories when the feelings are sincere and the love is real?'  She thought.

Her eyelids finally closed covering the blue pupils within them.

Rhaia journeys through different worlds looking for her missing half without memories of the past on both their parts.

Will she  survive and get what she wants in the scheme and traps of others when all she could do is go on?




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RHAIA

Alaric pressed his lips against mine cutting off any words that might want to leave my mouth, and pushing me against the door. I felt my will crumble as I laced my arms around his waist, my hands disappearing up his shirt. 


His hands were suddenly slipping up the hem of my dress, dancing up my thighs. I ached with the need to feel him at my centre, and squeezed my eyes shut when he began to play with the elastic of my panties. They were red lace, the sexiest pair I owned, and I was grateful I had worn them today, when I felt him fingering me. 


"How many times do you think I can make you come?" Alaric whispered into my ear, one hand slipping into my underwear and lightly brushing against my warmth. 


"I... don't... know" I breathed at his words and actions, desire pooling in my abdomen. 


"Once?" One finger slipped inside me. I shuddered with aroused surprise grasping at him for support. 


ARC 2 - HIS MOON