The Search And Memories (Part 2)

Daisy Sheria. 

She had blind trust in her charms, in her beauty, she believed it was rare and made for a chosen one. Not a scant soul should be blessed with her grace.

She could compel any soul towards her- she believed it wholeheartedly.

"Because I deserve the highest position in your heart," 

"Darling, the fact I hold your life in my hands does not give you the right to hold mine in yours as well," 

A tempting whisper came from the ruler of the abyss, eradicating their distances to blend his breaths with hers. 

Her smirk grew, pointing her finger at his heart and pressing him into the throne.

"But, I want to," 

Ah, her voice was an irresistible intoxication. He found distances or departure unbearable. 

She was someone living for him, her breaths should exist with his name- according to him.

"And I want your breaths to burn with my name," 

"Do they not?"