Chapter 10: The Crimson Bride
Lucien awoke in the ruined cathedral beneath a fractured stained-glass sky. The scent of blood, sex, and sulfur still clung to the air.
Seraphiel lay beside him—bare, glowing faintly from their fusion. Her breath was steady now, but the crack in her divine core had widened. The more he touched her, the more the holy left her... and the more his mark bloomed across her skin.
He liked it.
Too much.
> [Blood Imprint Strength: 67% – Host Seraphiel now channels Lustfire Aura passively.]
Lilith sat nearby, sharpening a knife, naked from the waist up, letting the cold wind kiss her skin. She smirked as she caught Lucien’s gaze.
"Done breaking your little angel again?"
Lucien stretched, rising from the bloodstained altar slab. "She’s stronger now."
"Or more ruined," Lilith murmured.
He ignored the bite in her voice. "We’re leaving tonight. Palace of Thorns."
Lilith stood. "Good. You need to face your sister... or you’ll start dreaming about her again."