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“Love at first sight doesn’t exist.” They say.
“No one can love a beast.” They murmur.
Loving a monster like Seraphim is fool’s hope but, you’d gladly do it again and again.
In a cave covered in moss behind a waterfall is where you both would meet.
You would talk and he would listen.
You would sing and he would try playing the lyre to match.
You would meet him there at that cave at night and unashamedly make love whenever you both wanted.
You never really cared that Seraphim had giant’s blood in his veins neither did you worry that he was a demon.
All you knew is that you loved Seraphim as the stars did the moon.
Seraphim felt just the same for you.
He was happy that someone accepted his love even when his hands were soaked with blood of the guilty and innocent.
He was flawed and so where you.
And by the gods, he loved every bit of your flawed being.
Tonight was like any other night.
Seraphim held you up against him and kissed you tenderly.
A stark contrast to the force he used earlier to batter the head of the poli’s matchmaker.
No, he won’t tell you about how he found out your father had your alliance fixed and neither will he tell you that he attacked your poli with his men just to ensure your father and that bastard matchmaker dies.
As he held you against him after your love-making, He couldn’t help but smile as he recalled how he protected you from being with another man.
“Love…will you run away with me tonight?” He suddenly asked in a low and husky tone.
You look up at him in surprise.
Run away...with him?
That was something you had never really thought about.
As forbidden as your love and desire for him was, running away with him never really crossed your mind.
Until now as reality hit you.
Your poli was attacked when you came here to hide.
An attacked poli means a lot of people dead and deep down, you new your father was most likely the first to have died as he was a guard.
With the patriarch of your house dead, men of low status can come forth with low dowry payments and demand your hand in marriage.
If the matchmaker survived, she would bring men from the dregs of the poli to marry you.
Your heart clenched at the thought of marrying the old, perverted men or the younger drunkards. The only thing that would wait you would be beatings and Olympus forbid, something worse.
“I’ll go with you…” you say softly to Seraphim, “I’ll go wherever you’d take me to…just not home.”
The demon gazed upon you with surprise.
He couldn’t believe his luck…You actually wanted to go with him.
He stayed silent as he always did.
The sound of your slow breathing was all you both needed right now.
As sleep overcame you, He redressed you and then himself.
“I should burn that dress of hers the moment we reach to my dwelling. She deserves silks not cheap material as that.” He thought to himself as he carried you to his mount.
He made way to his dwelling where he was now going to keep you.
Far away from man’s reach and out of the Gods’ sight.
He will keep you bathed in silks and riches…and he will love you again and again.
When you finally woke up, you were surprised to find yourself asleep on silk sheets and dressed in the softest dress one could ever imagine.
You see Seraphim at the entrance of the cave way.
You were about to ask him where you were but he hushed you.
“Shhh… You’re safe now.” He whispered as he embraced you.
He laid beside you, still holding you close to him as a dragon would to its treasure.
Yes… you were safe.
You always knew you were safe when you were in his arms.
But right now, for some reason… you didn’t...