Back In Time

Obsession

                                                                              Elara 

The mortal girl, Elara, stood before me, her defiance barely masking the fear that flickered in her eyes. She thought she could challenge me, defy me, but she was nothing more than a pawn in my game.

As she declared her determination to break free from my grasp, a twisted smile curled upon my lips. Oh, how I relished her futile attempts to resist. Mortals were so predictable, so easily manipulated by their own misguided sense of righteousness.

But as she reached for her laptop, a spark of curiosity flared within me. What was she up to, I wondered? Was she foolish enough to think that she could outsmart me?

I watched with amusement as she delved into the depths of human knowledge, scouring the internet for information about demons like myself. It was laughable, really, to think that she could uncover anything of significance in the sea of misinformation and half-truths that plagued the mortal realm.

But as the hours passed and she poured over the pages with a fervor bordering on obsession, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. There was a fire burning within her, a determination that refused to be extinguished, no matter how hard I tried to snuff it out.

And as the first light of dawn broke through the darkness, illuminating the room with its golden glow, I knew that I would have to tread carefully. For the mortal girl, was not as weak and insignificant as I had initially thought.

No, she was a force to be reckoned with, a threat that could not be ignored. And as I watched her, bathed in the light of the rising sun, I knew that our battle was far from over. But try as she might to resist, she would soon learn that in the end, there was no escaping her fate.

Despite the mortal girl's efforts to arm herself with knowledge, she remained blind to the true extent of her vulnerability. She thought she could challenge me, but she had yet to realize the depth of her own ignorance.

As the days turned into weeks, I watched from the shadows, biding my time and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She may have thought herself clever, but she was merely a pawn in my game, dancing to the tune of my malevolent whims.

And then, one fateful night, the opportunity presented itself. As she sat alone in her apartment, consumed by her futile attempts to resist me, I seized upon her weakness with ruthless precision.

With a flick of my wrist, I sent a wave of darkness crashing over her, enveloping her in a suffocating embrace. She struggled against the unseen force, but it was futile. She was mine now, body and soul, bound to me by the threads of her own folly.

As I watched her writhe in agony, a twisted smile curled upon my lips. She had dared to defy me, to challenge my authority, and now she would pay the price for her insolence.

And as the darkness consumed her, swallowing her screams of despair, I knew that she would never escape me. For in the end, there was no escaping the clutches of the one true ruler of the underworld.

As I observed the mortal girl, Elara, from the shadows, her features danced before me like a tantalizing puzzle waiting to be solved.

Her face was a canvas of contradictions, delicate yet strong, with eyes that glimmered with a fierce determination that belied the uncertainty lurking within. They were the color of storm clouds, a mesmerizing shade of gray that seemed to shift and change with her every mood.

Her skin was smooth and porcelain pale, unblemished by the passage of time. It was as if she existed outside the realm of mortal imperfections, a flawless embodiment of youthful vitality and beauty.

Her lips were full and inviting, painted a soft shade of rose that begged to be kissed. They curved into a smile that was both alluring and elusive, a fleeting glimpse of warmth amidst the icy chill of her defiance.

Her body was slender yet graceful, with curves that hinted at hidden strength beneath the surface. She moved with a natural elegance, her every gesture imbued with a quiet confidence that spoke of inner resilience.

And then there was her hair, a cascade of midnight black that tumbled in waves around her shoulders like a silken curtain. It framed her face in a halo of darkness, a stark contrast to the porcelain perfection of her skin.

As I took in her beauty, a surge of desire stirred within me, igniting a hunger that burned like wildfire in the depths of my soul. She was exquisite, a masterpiece waiting to be claimed, and I would stop at nothing to make her mine.

But as I watched her, a flicker of uncertainty danced at the edges of my consciousness. She was more than just a mere mortal; she was a puzzle, a mystery waiting to be unraveled. And try as I might to resist the pull of her allure, I found myself drawn to her with a force that defied reason.

For in her eyes, I saw a glimmer of defiance, a spark of rebellion that mirrored the turmoil raging within my own heart. She was not like the others, not content to bow down before me in blind obedience. No, she was a fighter, a challenger, and I couldn't help but admire her for it.

But admiration alone would not be enough to sway her to my side. No, if I wanted to claim her as my own, I would have to be cunning, patient, and above all else, relentless in my pursuit.

And so, as I watched her from the shadows, I vowed to bide my time, waiting for the perfect moment to make my move.

 For in the end, she would be mine, body and soul, bound to me by the irresistible pull of fate.

As the days passed, my fascination with Lily only deepened, like a consuming fire burning brighter with each passing moment. I found myself drawn to her presence, unable to resist the magnetic pull that seemed to bind us together.

But beneath the surface of my admiration lay a darker truth, a hunger that gnawed at the very core of my being. I longed to possess her, to claim her as my own and bend her to my will.

And so, with each passing day, I plotted and schemed, weaving a web of manipulation and deceit to ensnare her in my grasp. I whispered temptations in her ear, planted seeds of doubt in her mind, until she was consumed by the same darkness that lurked within me.

But even as I reveled in my newfound power over her, a part of me wondered if I had gone too far. For in my quest to possess her, I had lost sight of the very thing that had drawn me to her in the first place – her fierce spirit, her indomitable will.

And as I watched her from the shadows, a pang of regret stirred within me, a faint echo of the humanity that still lingered within my cold, dark heart. But it was too late for second thoughts now. The game was already set in motion, and there was no turning back.

A/N

I think this chapter was mid.

I decided to throw in a little description of Elara and in the next chapter there will be another description of Malachi because I can't remember if I already did that. I know he had crimson eyes but that's it.

Anyway I'll post the next chapter later.

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