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Hell Bound Chapter 11

  Lucifer shifted his to Temptation, seeing the yarning and pain in her eyes for little Lazarus, before smiling with a wicked grin, his little game wasn’t over yet. Looking at that little bastard of his, seeing the look of dread, horror, and despair in his eyes before returning his back to Temptation, seeing the pain in her eyes as looked at her son, wanting to nothing more than to rush straight to him and console and help soothe his pain. The Supreme Devil, with a wicked grin plastered on his face, spoke with a voice filled with glee, “Temptation, take him back to his room. I’m done with him”. Temptation upon hearing what her master said, simply bowed her head, internal grateful and happy that it was over and she could finally take her little one away and console him. She then went to him, looking at him and seeing that his body was completely healed but his eyes, though eyes that once shone and glowed with joy now looked deemed, flicker that looked as though it was soon be snuffed ou

I will love you from afar

 


In the quiet town of Willow's End, there lived a man named Thomas, whose heart was as vast as the ocean and as tender as the morning dew. He loved a woman named Elara with every fiber of his being, a love so profound that it transcended the bounds of the physical world.

Elara, with eyes like the twilight sky and a smile that could light up the darkest of nights, was the beacon of Thomas's life. Though fate had decided that their paths would not merge into one, Thomas found solace in the golden tapestry of memories they wove together.

Each day, as the sun rose, Thomas would sit by the window, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he reminisced about the laughter and tears they shared. The soft whispers of the past echoed through the chambers of his heart, filling him with a bittersweet symphony of emotions.

Theirs was a love that did not speak the language of possession but thrived in the sacred space of freedom and understanding. Elara, a free spirit, was not his to claim, but the love they nurtured was a treasure chest that no distance or decree could ever lock away.

As seasons changed and years rolled by, Thomas penned letters to Elara, not to be sent but to be kept in a chest under the old oak tree where they first met. Each letter was a testament to the love that grew stronger with every passing moment, a love that was both his greatest joy and his deepest sorrow.

One autumn evening, as the leaves danced to the whims of the wind, Thomas felt a familiar presence. There, under the twilight canopy, stood Elara, her eyes reflecting the same unspoken love. They did not speak, for no words were needed. They simply shared a moment, a silent acknowledgment of the love that would forever live in the sanctuary of their hearts.

And so, Thomas continued to live with a heart full of love and memories, a heart that knew both the pain of longing and the sweetness of eternal companionship. For in the end, it was not about possessing or being possessed, but about loving and being loved, in the purest form that transcends all else.

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