THE SAINTS HAVE FALLEN: CHAPTER 43

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The Saints Have Fallen is an Adult Dark Romance Fantasy Novel written by Celine Mahadeo.

Novel. Fiction. Genre (Dark Romance Fantasy).

By Celine Mahadeo.

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After being stripped of his title as a God and turned into a demon in the presence of his brother, Yuri was banished to earth to live amongst the humans whom he hates. 200 years later, a young girl shows up at his doorstep holding both his life and death in her hands whilst not having any idea of the power in which she possesses.

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Ana.

I threw my arms around him as he opened his deep violet eyes.

“Ana,” he exhaled my name as he held me by the waist, taking the impact of the fall. His fingers tangled through my hair as I buried my face into the warmth of his chest. “Are you real?” he asked in a whisper.

I unglued my face from him and stared into his eyes with a little nod, “Yes,” I said softly.

“I did not want to leave you there.”

“I know…”

The God stood, helping me up with him whilst visually taking note of my injuries. He lowered his glassy gaze as his throat throbbed. Yuri fisted his hands at his side and parted his lips, yet no words escaped- only the fragile crack of my name.

“Where is this place?” I asked, trying to distract his thoughts, as I studied the cuffs on his hand, “Why are you here.”

He followed my gaze on the confinement of his hands as he spoke, “I made a deal.”

“With who? And why?”

Yuri tightened the space between us and cupped my face in his hand as he spoke gently with a soft smile, yet his eye reflected an emotion I could not decipher, “It had to be done. I have to stay.”

“What do you mean?” I frowned.

“It means I cannot leave, but you can.”

I shook my head. He had to be joking. “I-I’m not leaving you here,” I argued, pulling away slightly.

“You don’t belong here, Ana.”

His words pinched my heart. How could he suggest I just leave him here? Walk away whilst knowing he’s trapped here. I frowned, distraught by his words.

“I didn’t understand why my grandfather sent me to you, Yuri. Nor, why your magic chose me? But I understand now. More than anything, I understand now. I am not leaving you here.”

“Silly girl,” he drew himself closer, tucking a strand of my dark hair behind my ear, “I can barely keep myself alive here, much less for a human.”

“Then we leave together.”

A loud crackle edged into the sky above, resulting in deep disapproval from him, “Let’s go inside, the weather isn’t safe out here at this hour.”

The cabin, although small, was warm and cozy. It was his magic that was keeping his place that way. It was him trying to create the warmth earlier. He had been trying to survive. My heart ached at the very thought. There had to be a way to get him out of this place. If only he’d tell me where we were in the first place, but he refused to speak on this topic.

We sat for an hour as the storm banged against the doors and windows as if it was a demonic creature trying to get in. He sat before me, healing my wounds silently. I swallowed, as my pores relished in the way his fingers felt upon my skin. “I thought I was going to die,” I began, trying to distract myself from the needy way I was beginning to feel around him, “Just before Claude found me, I always thought my last thought and prayer before I die would be Mathias. But it wasn’t. I didn’t see him.”

He looked up at me, his eyes now drinking into my soul and if I could crumble before the God that was kneeling before me I would, “What did you see?”

Keeping hold of his gaze, I answered honestly, “You.”

The loud banging against the doors and walls stopped in abruption. He returned a soft smile to me, “Storm’s over.”

He stood gracefully and headed to the door. Why would he want to go outside right now? It would be terribly damp, cold, and unpleasant. But I trusted and followed behind. He smiled into the wooded door just before turning to me. “I have never used my magic for anything like this,” he admitted, “Here, open the door.”

“You’re not going to kick me through it and slam it in my face again, are you?” I scoffed, jokingly.

“Well,” he playfully chuckled, “That’s an even better idea.”

Grabbing the handle of the door, I pulled it open and was taken aback by the view before me. “Saints,” I breathed, “This isn’t possible.”

We stood on the pink shore of a beach. Rocks adorned themselves at the side of us and the warmth of the sun above glistened down on my face.

“Is this real?”

“People often forget that I am not only the God of War but also of Illusion. Magic.” He answered, “It’s only as real as you believe it is.”

“How are you doing this? I thought you didn’t have your magic.” I asked, feeling a tang of guilt settle into the pits of my stomach. He only smiled as he responded.

“You ask rather a lot of questions instead of enjoying the moment, Ana Alois.”

I turned back to the gentle sea before me. The soft, graininess of the sand between my toes warmed my insides. The leaves of tall coconut trees rustled behind us. The saltiness of the sea tangled into the cool air which flutter around my white dress. Taking a step forward, it felt so incredibly real to be an ‘illusion’.

“Can I?” I asked.

“You needn’t my permission for anything.”

I smiled as I dipped my feet into the water. It was as clear as glass and completely, utterly beautiful. I couldn’t help but giggle as the tiny fishes nibbled on my toes. This- this was unreal to me. And perhaps that’s why it was considered an illusion. But weren’t magic and illusion two completely different things? I pushed the thought away and began collecting the shells on the shore as he walked alongside me.

“I’ve never been to a beach like this,” I admitted to him, “Grandpa tried to take me once when he was ill but we had to turn back. And Aunt Edna never allowed me to go anywhere actually.” It was embarrassing to say out loud but as I did, I breathed away the weight that had been settled upon my shoulders.

“Was there a place you always wanted to visit but could not?” he asked.

I bit in my laugh, “It’s silly.”

“Tell me.”

“When I was younger,” I sighed, looking up at him, “There was a picture in a book that I found in the attic when I was alone. I used to close my eyes and just imagine I was there. It was my safe space, or thought I guess.”

“Would you allow me in there?” he asked, studying my face quietly. I gave a little nod as he neared me, “Close your eyes.”

In the numb silence of the air, I did. His hand gently caressed the side of my face as he instructed me to open my eyes. My breath caught in the air as I peeled them open. “Yuri,” I exhaled with a break in my voice. Before me was the image of the meadow I used to picture as a child. Yellow flowers blanketed the field with hints of white daises and sprinkles of red flowers and berries. It sprawled across acres of land that I had to squint to see the horizon. The stroke-like clouds twirled above us, just before the blue-yellow hues. The cabin was planted just behind us, while to the side a thick white blanket covered the flowery grass. Strawberries, chocolates, and cakes were all decorated neatly in the straw-woven baskets on top of the picnic blanket.

Yuri sat on the blanket as I walked through the little path. The scent of lavender and perfumed florals drifted into the air. I stooped, picked the berries, and bit into one. A burst of sweet and sour tangled and tickled my tastebuds. Grabbing a handful in the palm of my hand, I ran back to the God who was observing me and sat before him.

“It tastes like real berries!” I chirped, placing some into his hand and looking back up at the sky in awe.

“It doesn’t need to be this boring,” he chuckled, waving his hand casually into the air, causing flickers of starlight to appear and the hues to change. Pinks and reds drifted above us, turning dark to compliment the stars above. Clouds drifted quickly above and danced with the changing colours of the sky. I turned back at him, who had been smiling up at the masterpiece he had just created. I’d never seen him look like this before. His shoulders loosened as he let out a burdened sigh. His violet orbs sparkled, and I couldn’t help but admit how beautiful he was at this very moment. There was an innocence in the way he smiled, and I wished I could have captured this memory and kept it with me forever. To prove to everyone who dares call him a monster that he is anything but.

I turned back to look at the skyline before us when he let out a small scoffed laugh, “I don’t deserve you, Ana.” He had been staring at me when I turned back to him. A soft, quiet smile was plastered upon his face.

“Don’t say it like that,” I whispered, placing my hand into his, feeling a sudden shock of energy flow through me. A dark, delicious sort of feeling flushed throughout my body as he squeezed my hands tenderly and I drew myself closer to him. I could feel his hot breath inches away from my face while he allowed me and held me on his lap. I trailed my fingers along the side of his face where he kissed them gently.

“Tell me you want me to stop. Call me a monster,” he pleaded, breathlessly, “Push me away.”

I paused, taking a small breath.

“No,” I exhaled, pressing my lips against his.

He deepened the kiss and, at that moment, nothing mattered anymore. He twisted his finger into my hair and held me firmly. The last thing I wanted right now was for him to let me go. A dark desire filled my heart and ached within me. Everything felt right at this moment. That icy coldness that bit into me before I got here was now a distant memory. I winced at the sharpness of fangs into the kiss.

He pulled himself away. His eyes darkened. Was he ashamed if he hurt me? The colour of his skin paled and I could see red veins through his skin. I studied him carefully as he tried to keep his gaze away from me.

“You don’t want this,” his voice edged like cold death.

I held onto his gaze and observed the soullessness of his black eyes. “I’m not afraid of you,” I said softly before planting a slow, small peck in his bottom lip, “Now kiss me back, you fool.”

He smirked softly and answered almost tenderly, “As you wish, darling.”

My breath caught when he pinned me to the floor and intensified his kiss, pinning my arms above my head. My body hardened beneath him as he chuckled into our kiss. Releasing my hands, he dragged his lips along my neck, letting his fang softly graze against the tender skin. He lowered himself to feel the stiffness of my nipples through the material of my dress. I gasped as he flicked his tongue over it and hitched the bottom of my dress up, caressing my thigh tauntingly. He made his way even lower and gently spread my legs apart.

“Yuri,” I pleaded breathlessly, “Please.”

He let out a soft wicked laugh as he kissed the tender skin of my inner thigh provokingly closer and closer to my… I gasped. His tongue flickered into me as I moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair into my hands.

He stopped for a minute after tearing the damp material off and tossing it aside. I bite into my moan as he continued and chuckled into me, “Delicious little thing.”

“Saints,” I cried as he pulled me down, meeting him face to face. His eyes were now that violet. Before he could react, I stapled my lips onto his and reached for the buttons of his shirt, quickly undoing them. He smiled down at me as I pushed it off. I reached for the button of his trouser.

“You unravel me, Ana Alois,” he breathed whispered hotly into my ear and he removed my dress and consumed every inch of me with his gaze.

He slowly slid into me. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I gasped as he repeated. The stars above danced and twirled in their kaleidoscopic hues as I breathed heavily and clawed into his back. “Don’t stop,” I gasped as he continued faster and drowned my moans into his kiss.

“You’re beautiful,” he muttered to himself as we peeled away from each other. I rolled over, leaning into his chest whilst he held me and stared into the darkening sky above us. I tugged at the cuff around his wrist with a deep frown.

“I’m not leaving you here,” I stated.

“You don’t have a choice,” he answered automatically as eerie howls echoed through the woods. “It’s not safe here. There’s a mirror in the cabin that can take you back to your room.”

I grabbed my dress and threw it over me as he did with his clothes. “Don’t make decisions for me, Yuri.” I stood sharply as the sky began falling like glass above us and dispersing into the air, revealing that dark grey overcast sky prior.

I marched towards the woods where he followed. “Where the hell are you going?”

“To find a way out of here! For both of us. Not just me.”

“Ana,” he growled tiredly as splatters of rain fell upon us. Ignoring him, I walked forward when he caught me by the wrist and pulled me back towards him. “Are you insane?”

“Yes!” I shouted, “And you’re sane for not attempting to get out.”

“Don’t you think I’ve tried?” he iced, “I can’t go beyond the woods. And I won’t let you go into it, it’s dangerous.”

“So, what am I supposed to do? Leave you here?”

Yuri pulled me into him, holding me tightly as the rain soaked us. “I can’t,” my voice broke. “I can’t.”

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

Looking towards him, droplets of rain rolled down and dripped from his long eyelashes. His face was stern and pleading. I nodded.

“Good,” he said before snapping his gemstone off my neck and squeezing it into the palm of his hand, “I promise I will find you.” With those words, he kissed my forehead and slipped something onto my finger. I brought my left hand up to look at the ring, the colour of his gemstone, on my finger.

“It looks better on your finger than around your neck,” he smiled. Thunder crackled as he showed me the way back to the cabin.

Closing the door behind us, he sighed tiredly as I cupped his face into the palm of my hands. “What’s wrong?”

He wiped away his expression and attempted to give me a smile which only returned half broken, “I want you to remember that whatever happened between us is real, although our surroundings may not have been.”

“Why would I think it’s not?”

He chuckled softly, bringing his lips to mine. “I much rather when you’re moaning my name than asking all these questions,” he said before deepening his kiss onto my lips. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he lifted me with him, and sat me on the table. “You’re so fcking addicting,” he growled into my neck and his fangs graze onto my damp flesh. Forcefully, he pulled himself away with a groan and blinked his eyes back to its usual colour.

Guiding me to the mirror, he wrapped an arm around my waist as we looked into it. Yuri planted a lingering kiss on my neck and whispered into my ear, “We’ll finish this next time we meet, not when I’m confined in hell’s purgatory.”

Gasping, I turned back around to face him. The thought of leaving him behind tightened the knot in the pit of my stomach, but if I needed to help him, I needed to trust him and needed to let the others know where he was. Hell’s Purgatory.

“Ana,” he called back before letting go of my hand. The edges of his lips held a subtle smirk, “Send my regards to my brother.”

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The roof was wetter than she was tonight. Heavy raindrops pounded on, turning into a storm of desire and frustration. He was gone longer than she’d expected. Not a single call. The past few days with these unwanted guests in her house made her uneasy to say the least. Yet, wanted by her husband. Who the hell told him he could make a decision like that without her? God, he frustrated the shit out of her. God, did she love him anyway.

Elizabeth twirled her wedding ring around her delicate finger and shifted restlessly on the empty bed. The feeling of loneliness crept up between her legs. She shifted again. The nerve that man had to leave her here like this for days. She was thirsty. Really thirsty. The bottles at the bedside table had all been drained from earlier today. She hated cramps with a passion. She hated when he wasn’t around her when she felt like this.

Deciding to refill the water mug, she pushed herself off the bed and threw over a white shirt of her husband’s. This was the closest she felt to him in days, somehow it warmed her heart. Brushing her fingertips over the assortment of his cologne, she opted for her favourite. Musky. Dark. Sensual. Charming. Everything she’d describe Sebastian Lockwick to be.

The lights of the hall had been buried in darkness, yet the moonlight fought through the windows which luminated the moon-crest sloped staircase. The warm soles of her feet licked the icy marble beneath her as she made her way into the kitchen. Her eyes burned from the lack of sleep and worry. Men.

The sound of the ice maker suddenly startled her, causing her to spill the water she was pouring into a glass. “Shit.” As she pressed the rim of the glass to her lips, the sound of a hushed door closing grasped her attention. 11:55pm. Who could have been down here so late? Was someone breaking in? Surely, she could have handled the situation herself. Grabbing a hold on the nearest knife at the counter, she carefully trailed towards the sound.

A blanket of silence fell upon her at the sight of her husband drenched in blood, white shirt now wine, the tang of metallic red sin caressed her nose, his hair soaked in thick salted sweat and blood that slicked to his forehead. His eyes, however, reflected from the moonlight in its majestic silver blue. Elizabeth frowned deeply as he stalked towards her and stood inches apart.

“Well, you’re bloody late.” She broke the silence, annoyed.

Sebastian gave out a low chuckle, astonished at his wife’s dry humor, “A pun? Really?”

“How dare you leave me here like this,” she softly raged, bringing the knife up to his throat, “How fking dare you.”

“Love,” he cooed into her left ear, and pulled her tenderly by the waist, clasping the spaces between them. “I missed you too.”

“Are you forgetting the knife in my hand, Sebastian?” She warned.

“Go ahead, stab me.”

Sighing, she dropped it and wrapped her arms around his red moist neck. Swiftly, scooping her into his arms and perching her upon the kitchen’s island. “I should get cleaned up,” he suggested, “I don’t want you getting ill.”

“No, no. I’m not waiting anymore,” Elizabeth breathed shortly, locked her legs around him. Pressing her lips onto his, she’d slip her tongue in through smiles. He tasted like blood and vodka. Whose blood was this? She hadn’t even known. His hands travelled along her naked legs, as she moaned into him. Up. Up. Pulling away slightly, she kept an arm’s length, breathed, and slapped him across the face.

“You’re upset. I shouldn’t have left like that. I know. Things got… complicated.” He motioned to his drenched attire.

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