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Death's Devotion

In the sultry depths of Louisiana, Wren, a young mortician, finds herself entangled in a web of mystery and passion that defies the boundaries of reality. Haunted by what she believes to be her own mental illness, Wren's world is forever altered when she encounters a series of enigmatic figures with striking golden eyes—each one seemingly identical yet profoundly different. As Wren's encounters with these mysterious beings intensify, she is drawn deeper into a realm where dreams bleed into reality and the line between sanity and madness blurs. Seduced by the allure of the golden-eyed figure who haunts her every thought, Wren finds herself succumbing to a love that transcends the confines of time and space. But as Wren's feelings for this dark and beguiling presence deepen, she discovers the shocking truth behind the enigmatic figure's identity. Caught between desire and dread, Wren must confront the darkness within herself and the secrets hidden in her mind's shadows. In this spellbinding tale of love, loss, and redemption, Wren must navigate the tangled threads of fate to uncover the truth about the mysterious golden-eyed figure who holds her heart in his hands. Will she find salvation in the arms of her otherworldly lover, or will the revelation of his true nature shatter her fragile illusions forever?

DylanSHill · Fantasia
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48 Chs

Chapter 13

I closed my eyes, swinging into the dark before me. The lights fled the sight of the hooded figure. 

Time began to slow as I waited for the impact of the bat. However, it was not the impact I expected. I felt its hand catch the bat mid-swing, ripping it from hands. I hadn't dared open my eyes yet, my body trembled before the figure.

"I will never force you, Wren. The choice is always yours," the voice whispered dangerously close.

"Ch..choice…?", I trembled, digging deep for an ounce of strength. "What choice is this? I am plagued with thoughts of you everyday. Constant reminders that you are a figment of my imagination taking shape in people I meet. I can no longer tell where the lines blur."

My breath was ragged as I waited its response. Thunder startled my eyes open long enough to see I was alone. Not a shred of light illuminated the room as the wind howled outside.