CHAPTER SEVEN : Every Touch Leaves a Scar
Lilith woke up screaming.
Not from pain.
But from him.
From the kiss that shouldn’t have happened.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJWq9037wxf
From the warmth still clinging to her lips.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDB6C2jDlVJ
From the way her wings — long dormant — twitched, as if remembering flight.
But she wasn’t flying.
She was burning.
She pulled off her shirt and stared at her reflection.
There it was.
A mark.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡisXtaTSltk
Like a kiss made of ash, curling over her ribcage.
Their souls had touched.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuWoSD0IOXf
And now her body bore the price.
One mark for one moment of forbidden bliss.
She exhaled, shivering.
If one kiss could scorch her…
What would a second do?
Across the city, Daniel stared at his hands.
They weren’t shaking.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw7QXWpp2Kn
They weren’t cold.
They were alive.
He could still taste her. Still hear the way her breath hitched before she surrendered.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZj6eDovFzo
It wasn’t normal. None of this was.
But he didn’t care.
He just wanted her.
And someone else wanted answers.
Azrael stood atop a cathedral, wings drawn in like blades.
“Fool,” he hissed into the wind. “You’re killing her.”
He saw the kiss. Felt the surge through the rift.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Z5jeaNnCD
Each forbidden contact weakened the barrier.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf8DATeT6uv
Each memory that returned pulled Daniel closer to damnation.
And Lilith?
She didn’t care.
She never cared when she loved.
And yet Azrael couldn’t bring himself to stop her.
Because once, long ago…
He kissed her too.
In a forgotten corner of the city, Lilith leaned against the wall, body trembling.
She whispered to herself.
“Don’t go back. Don’t go back. Don’t—”
But the moment she felt Daniel’s soul stir again—like a silent prayer aimed at her—
She was already walking.
Already bleeding inside.
Already choosing him…
Over herself.
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