[ IN WHICH SHE FEELS PLEASURE ]Sin's body jerks beneath my touch. He responds immediately, kissing me with full force. Sin sneaks an arm around my waist, reaching his fingers to the dip at my lower back, making little circles with his index fingers. I smile at the cute motion through the kiss. It's exciting how a man as strong and guarded as Sin can melt at my touch. He voluntarily lets his protective, thick walls crumble down, just for me.In the dark of the King's chambers, two bodies can be seen melding into each other— a mascular silhouette atop of a small, feminine physique. Those are our bodies. They fit perfectly together like the missing parts of a puzzle. It's like we've been made for each other.I guess I can't deny the attraction between us any longer. I've been attracted to the King from the very moment I watched him fly in air, slaughtering the vampires. My pulse rises when Sin cups my face in his hands, keeping me in place. Sin quickly readjusts himself without breakin
[ IN WHICH SHE SPEAKS OF THE DEVIL ] Feeling refreshed, I yawn myself awake. I think it's safe to say that in one night, I went to heaven and back. I'm comforted by the fragrance in the air as I'm awakened into the land of the conscious. Slowly fluttering my eyes open, I spot a maid standing at the edge of the bed, staring at me with a look of shock on her face. I squeak, startled by her presence. "Oh, my goodness. She's awake!" The maid screams, running out of the room with a bowl of warm water in her hands. "The Queen lives!" Slowly, I sit up and a towel falls off my head. It's warm. Confused, I look around the King's chambers. Disgusted by the wet towel, I toss it across the room. Then, I look down at myself. I'm dressed in a loose fitting clothing, different from what I was wearing yesterday. ... [except it wasn't yesterday. i had been asleep for seven days— a week, most people thought i would unconscious forever] ... My eyes rove around the room. Light seeps in through the
[ IN WHICH SHE FINALLY GETS THE TRUTH ] “My name is Sin.” The King swallows. He doesn’t make eye contact with me as his eyes constantly drift away from my face. Anyone can tell that he is nervous and uncomfortable talking about this. I almost feel guilty for pressuring him to tell me all that he knows. Despite the discomfort, Sin pushes to explain more. “I lived beside God in the most beautiful place you could ever imagine. I used to be amongst the angels. But that was all before I chose to love a human.” Our eyes lock after his statement. I’m not exactly triggered by the angel part. Growing up in the orphanage, the elders there practically forced us into Christianity. I never believed, but maybe I should’ve paid more attention. That way, I wouldn’t be completely dumbfounded by all of this. But then again, the bible never expounded on the topic of fallen angels. Either way, I’m not surprised that he was formerly an infallible celestial being; I have seen his wings. Nothing fazes me
The devil is out there. However, he is not Sin. But sin does lead you to the devil. The man I met was once an infallible celestial being, an angel named Sin. Knowing this, he cannot be described as the devil anymore, because he has shown me his true self. I know who he is.He is the King of The Alkhemi; the King who tore my life apart when he came for me. He is the King I resented for weeks, cursing and hoping he never woke up the next morning. But that's all in the past. Now, I have realized what he did was for my own good. And now, I have realized something about myself. November Starkey isn't really who I am. I am someone else. I am not ordinary; I've known this from the start. I was named November. The mothers from the orphanage had a reason for that. They said I was a miracle that had been given to them on a blessed day. It was the first of November in the calendar year, and it had been raining heavily for nearly the whole day. The roads were blocked, almost flooded, and no on
[ IN WHICH SIN CONFESSES ] THREE WEEKS LATERSIN'S POV:My Kingdom is not the greatest of them all. And it was never meant to be. The Alkhemi was created just for the both of us— November and I. This realm was created so that she and I could live in peace; so that we could live far away from my past, and far away from the eyes of God and the eyes of the devil. That’s all I wanted; to be with her, to be loved by her. I turned my back on paradise to create my own world. I thought creating a realm of my own would grant me the peace and freedom I needed to love her the best I could; however, it only put me in shackles. Unable to stop desiring, I am forever unforgiven.Even if I crash and go crazy as punishment for this forbidden love, I do not care; I will gladly accept punishment.The past centuries have been characterized by nothing but pain and suffering. That pain has molded me into the King I am today. Most would say that I am cold, detached, and insensitive, but if I do not rule
[ IN WHICH SHE SETTLES IN ] The birds in the air chirp loudly, filling the morning sky with music. With a smile plastered on my face, I take the first step out of the mansion— or should I call it the Grand Alkhemi? It feels like forever since I stepped outside, under the naked sky. Well, it has indeed been quite a long time. I had been locked inside of my chambers for the past three weeks. Whenever I tried to leave, the guards by the door would reply me, saying that the King has restricted my movements for my safety. But as usual, I don’t take orders from higher authorities. I forced my way out, even if it meant slamming a chair into the guards’ heads by the door. They aren’t human, so it will barely affect their health. Today is a nice day to disobey the King. I smile at the cloudy sky, sniffing the fresh scent of flowers from a nearby garden. Several maids, workers, and servants surround the area. Some carry on with their chores as they clean the inside of the mansion, dusting t
[ IN WHICH SHE GETS AN INVITATION ] The day is slowly turning into night. The once bright sky dotted with fluffy clouds has been replaced by a warm, orange blanket, covering the lands with a yellowish-red glow.Nearly half the day is gone, and I haven’t gotten any information on the man I have been searching for. My last hope is the quiet, moody girl with white hair who gives everyone around her the cold shoulder. Her name, Jacqueline. I lean against the door, watching her walk in and out of her room several times with several clothes. It looks like she's going out, but not for a romantic affair I suppose. She is dressed in her usual combat uniforms. She doesn't bother to use the mirror in her room as she brushes her hair.While I couldn't step out of the Grand Alkhemi for the past three weeks, I used my isolation time to the fullest, and that was utilized by exploring the Mansion. I explored secret compartments and followed staircases that led to magnificent rooms with beautiful v
[ IN WHICH SHE MEETS AN OLD FRIEND ]A tavern is a bar. If I had known this, I wouldn’t have walked with Jacqueline. The bar is hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the other that dominates the atmosphere. A noisy place like this isn’t my scene. A bar is the last place anyone would find me. Everyone— even my fans back on earth know this. Don't get me wrong, I am not some innocent duckling who hasn't had alcohol in her life. In the past, I have struggled with alcohol dependency. It started while I was struggling to fit into the model industry at such a young age. Those days are the depressing times that I'll never want to recall. And being here in the tavern doesn't help matters. I'm only reminded of the articles that spread the internet that depressing night. It featured me, half-naked and puking on the roadside. That taught me a lesson; almost ruined my career. So, when I say I do not want to be here, I mean it. However, I cannot leave, because