Her breath hitched, lips hovering inches from his.
For as long as she could remember, Azaroth had been the only answer. The only path. The Ancient Demon who had conquered death itself. She had grown to build her entire existence around the idea that only he could touch her. That only his infinite power could withstand her draining touch.
The years of solitude, the way every accidental brush of skin had turned would-be lovers, servants, even family into husks… She could not handle that loneliness anymore.
And now, standing before her, was this strange, grinning creature who smelled of Azaroth's corruption
She needed to test it. To test him.
Could there really be a way? Something other than unsealing Azaroth?
The thought lodged itself in her throat like a blade.
Her hands trembled as they rested on his cheeks.
The scent of him was overwhelming. Her body screamed in anticipation, dread, and longing.
She closed her eyes, and kissed him.
