A blood pact

The Pact Sea

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n before me. She reeks of desperation, of the kind of terror that makes mortals do foolish things. And yet

s to loo

to their knees, beg for mercy, or run

el

othing more than a fragile thing, yet there is defiance in her stance, in

voice shaking but her resol

're asking for, little one?" My voice is smooth, laced with the sh

ns. "I don't h

and I am the only salvation she can grasp. But salvation

hes but doesn't pull away. Interesting. "You intrigue me, Evelyne," I m

en. "Maybe I

swer. And yet,

in my hand. A ceremonial dagger, silver and iron laced with ancient

across my skin. Dark blood wells from the wound, rich

atching as she hesitates. One moment

esn't

he soft flesh. A crimson bead rises, and I reach for her, capturi

our wounds together. The moment our blood

. Her pupils dilate, her breath hitching, and I know she

s min

re is n

ough her veins, claiming her inch by inch. I can feel her heartb

to speak, but inst

the heat of the pact burning through her mortal shell. She whimpers, her

ng her against my chest

s bound by magic. It is always

involuntary shudders. I could let her fall, lea

er effortlessly a

of a long-forgotten battlefield. It is fitting that we stand here, in

eeks. Even in her weakened state, she is beautiful-fragile, yes, bu

erous

ways been dra

city where shadows linger and whispers of the past dance on the wind.

he scent of old magic, the walls lined with ancient tomes and flickering candlelig

rs across her fa

clutch her head with a sharp gasp

ne wall. "I granted your request

, wide and furious.

step closer, reaching out to brush a strand of hair f

It is intoxicating, the way her body reacts to mine, the m

but does n

o

ice laced with the power of comman

eyelids grow heavy. She falls into an ex

elight casting shadows over her delicate features.

pact has o

re she never forgets