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The only god I’ve ever believed in.
The only one I’d happily damn myself for.
“My queen.”
She grabs my shirt and pulls me up. “Kiss me.”
My mouth slams onto hers, and I taste the blood on her lips and the violence she wears like a second skin now.
She’s mine, I’m hers, and there’s no coming back from this.
She makes things feel like heaven. If that shit exists, anyway. And if it does, this is the only one I deserve. Not that I can complain. I’d be a sinner if I did.
Now she gets the full tour of my side of things.
With her, something buried deep in the pit that will never get back up feels right at home.
We’re not all born evil.
It gets shoved down our throats, buried in our skin, hammered into us by every fucked-up thing we’re forced to live through. It grows in the cracks, and we learn to love the taste.
I’m the one who dragged her out of the light and made sure she never looked back. I’m the reason she stopped fearing the worst and started becoming it.
I’m the poison she let in, knowing damn well it would rot everything.
I’m her corruption.
Her downfall.
Her bane.
The End
