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Lilith was born with forbidden magic, a power feared and condemned in her village. She hid it for years, but when her secret is exposed, she is betrayed by her family and sentenced to burn. Just as the flames rise, Prince Hades of Valyron known as the "Shadow of Death" saves her, driven by curiosity.  

Hades, cursed for over three centuries, hides his torment behind cruelty. As Lilith sees past his darkness and vows to help him break the curse, their bond deepens into something undeniable. But in a world where magic is both a gift and a curse, will her light free him, or will their love lead to their destruction?

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Lilith barely breathed as Hades emerged from the shadows of her chamber, his presence wrapping around her like night itself. She should move. She should run. But she didn’t want to. He reached for her, his fingers trailing along her bottom lip—slow, deliberate. She shivered, not from fear, but from him.

Lilith swallowed, her pulse a traitorous drumbeat. “Please… let me touch you, Hades.”

A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, but there was no humor in it. “Dangerous little thing.” His thumb lingered at the corner of her mouth, as if memorizing its shape. He whispered, tilting her chin up as his lips hovered near hers—so close she could feel his breath.

“You will destroy me, little witch,” he murmured, his voice thick with something raw. “And yet… I can’t let you go.” His gaze burned into hers as he added, “I would let you drag me to hell if that’s what you desired.”

The Cursed Demon Prince

Hades made his way to the wing of the castle where his father resided. It was as cold and daunting as always, but the eerie atmosphere had long since lost its effect on him. Fear was a foreign concept now—something he had forgotten how to feel. He pushed open the stiff door and stepped inside, his eyes immediately locking onto the king, who sat comfortably in a worn-out chair.

"Twice in less than a month. Have I truly been blessed by the god of goodness and mercy himself?" Azazel said, amusement threading through his voice.

"I don't think the god of goodness would bother with someone like you, Father," Hades replied flatly, drawing a deep, booming laugh from Azazel.

"Still so blunt," the king mused. "Tell me—why are you here? I refuse to believe this is just an innocent visit."

Hades lifted his gaze, eyes cold and calculating. "I used to wonder what you did here all alone, day after day. But now, I think I've figured it out. I know what you're planning."

A Boring Companion