Beholden33

[Mature Content: No rape.]

"What do you know about love?" She asked, her lips thinning as his grip tightened around her neck.

"What do you know about hate, Sunshine?" He countered, his voice low and laden with intensity.

"What do you want from me?" She gasped, her eyes flickering with a mix of fear and defiance.

"Everything..." His breath was heavy against her skin as he drew closer, his lips finding hers with a softness that belied the intensity of his words. "I want you, your stubborn soul, your closed heart... I want to be by your side.... wreaking havoc on this miserable world just to have you, my desire."

...

Death. An entity as old as time itself, feared and revered in equal measure.

Sirius. Feared as though he were the devil incarnate, his name synonymous with danger and madness. Yet, against all odds, he fell deeply in love with a mere human.

Gwyneth, a woman whose every life had been marked by pain and loss. Each of her husbands meeting a tragic end at Sirius's hands.

Never did Gwyneth expect to reclaim the memories of her past life, vowing to avoid any entanglements that might bind her to another tragic fate. But when Sirius enters her life, determined to claim her as his own, she finds herself unable to escape his relentless pursuit.

The Reaper's Desire

"Shhhhh, Aslan?" Diane hissed at him, stunned, but the vampire simply scoffed in disappointment.

Sirius's smile faded. He rode away without saying a word, and the soul reapers followed him immediately.

"General Aslan, I do not think you should challenge His Royal Highness. He is Death, remember?" Reed, reminded. Hesitant, he rode away.

Aslan grimaced deeply, staring at Diane, who was frowning. "What are you aiming for?" She asked, crossing her arms across her chest.

"You are the army's general. I know you have had your own painful experiences during the war, but so have all of us. Challenging Death will not help you in any way."

"His bride is the root cause of the war. She eliminated so many of us. This war started because she murdered the goddesses." Aslan ranted, gritting his teeth.

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