DIVINE RUIN: Claimed By A God

as they stepped onto a narrow path lit only by moonlight. For a few moments

lith. Let

her eyes scanning

ou suddenly want a stroll?

fixed on the path ahead but his voice

secrets. I want to understand you bette

g as she said, "You speak of secrets as if they're trinkets

emon's lips, but his tone

asking for all at once. Just... a few steps side by

e stillness. The air was cool, and every now and then, the distan

ly seen. It isn't merely in your spells, but in your very s

o the ancient runes on

n. It keeps me safe and, at times, isolates

to face her. His eyes, glowing s

lies beneath our facades. I don't seek to steal your secrets, Lilit

was cautious yet laced with a spark of curiosity. "And what do yo

. Not just the magic you wield, but the resilience behind your guarded eyes. I want to know

ke distant thunder. "Be warned, demon. I have learned to protect my heart as fiercely

to trust me, even in small measures, perhaps we can both find somet

its breath as their unspoken promises mingled wit

lk, Daemon. One

e dance-a slow, dangerous waltz between trust and betrayal, hope and unc

...

ality that made every whispered word seem charged with magic. Lilith's thoughts wandered back to the satchel at her side-a spell bag she'd carried since she first learned the

nt to be shared, especially with a demon. Yet, as she looked into Daemon's molten eyes, she sensed something different. His

l the space between them nearly vanished. His voice was gentle, laced with a sincerity that bel

er identity, the culmination of generations of witchcraft. But the tension in his tone, the unspoken promise that may

she murmured, her voice a blend of resolve and vulnerability, "contains every secret I have inherited-incantations, spells, and

e replied, "together, we can unlock a power that neither gods nor fate ever ima

een taught as a child was s

the dim glow of twilight, his golden eyes watching h

y alliance became something else-something dangerous. But Daemon had a way of making the a

as if he could hear the thoughts twisting in

pells written in ink that only witches could read-a knowledge that no demon should p

ing," she said, her v

were sharp. "Regret? No. I don't was

hough she wasn't su

r that they weren't supposed to be here-alone, in the ruins of a temple long forgotten. But it was the only place where witches

ay etched into the ground. Her pulse quickened as she knelt beside it, tracing the carvings wi

inst her skin. "And yet, here we are. Two creatures born from th

ared to glance at him, and for the first time, she saw something ungu

u act like you don't

he said. "B

ply. "And why does

he corner. "Because, littl

dge the way his words sent an unwelcome warmth through her chest. I

" she said, more to

l, unbothered. "But that won'

uldn't. Because, despite ever

ould

ied her more th