Wicked Wings [COMPLETE]

CHAPTER 15

The Confrontation

As the Earth takes another rotation, ultimately the darkness has to fade away when Dawn arrives.

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When the thoughts in her mind had already struck the crescendo, his timid approach continued to act as the final blow to the fall from the cliff of insanity for her.

Zillions of emotions ran through her mind as the words escaped her mouth, the

truth being exposed into the light.

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"Arnav Sciarrone Ray, slash... the Warlock or the Occultist?"

The words once again rang in her ears as she awaited his response only to watch him stand still, looking at her as if nothing had changed, but in her heart, the apocalypse had already commenced.

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She wished wholeheartedly that her belief didn't falter, that she didn't regret the fact of exonerating him, that she didn't repent not reprimanding him, though everything that happened earlier had only compelled her brain for retribution, coaxed her being for chastisement.

Time and again she was just getting trapped into an irrevocable paradox, which only led to her devastation, but this time, she was going to fight till she got her way, come what may.

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".. Warlock is a controversial term."

The words thrown by that husky voice, came as a shock to her, which only led to bringing her out of the brain freeze that the situation had put her into, minutes ago.

The drizzles continued to play their charismatic role in this surreal play, which was turning way too theatrical with every passing second.

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"I'm not a Satan."

The phrase gave her jitters as she still found it difficult to come to terms with the fact whether she wanted to run away from him or she just wanted to..

Know him.

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In any case, she chose the latter.

But one thing that put her into a pool of confusion was how did he know that she had considered him the devil, also known as the Satan, all along?

Did he read her mind?

Could he?

Taking a deep breath, she took a step towards him while he continued to look at her with those mesmerizing, mystic eyes, creating havoc of emotions within the depth of her soul, making her crave all the more for the answers, which after ages felt slightly easier to achieve.

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She didn't know really why she was doing what she was doing but some part of her just didn't let her stop this dy. Lifting her right hand, she stroked his cheek with her fingers and he closed his eyes in return as if equally affected by her touch, just the way it had always been for her.

Same temperature, flesh, the bidding emotions, everything about them was so similar, yet they were so different.

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