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   Chapter 20 From Dreams to Reality

Resurrect Thy Heart By JMFelic Characters: 17207

Updated: 2018-09-05 22:31


(Five minutes earlier...)

H was enjoying himself blocking the exorcist priest's yelling whilst taking in all of the woman's being; her flushed cheeks, the glistening breasts, the lovely exposure of her belly, and her inability to fight back. He loved it when a female is powerless under him. He loved it when he gets to toy with them before fucking them senseless and devouring their souls.

Though immortal, Ysabelle wasn't different. She was even special in his eyes, knowing sooner or later she'd die in his hands if he takes her immortality away. He planned to make the most of her before that happens, but he didn't expect that his plans would soon go awry, and by soon it meant at present, where he was in the middle of creating an unwelcomed orgasmic sensation for the woman.

'Fuck. What's this? What is this holy feeling?' His mind blurted out when he froze.

He felt his blood — or rather Marcus' blood — burn every part of his body. He felt his insides clench and twisted in tight knots. Realizing that something was wrong, he left the planes of reality and transported himself in his dark dimension. Using his mind, he scanned the black desert that Marcus was in and found him absent. He searched the whole area, tightening his jaw the whole time, and saw no sign of him.

"Tsk, where is that priest!" he yelled to himself and stood up in a boulder — the one that Marcus was sitting earlier. He folded his arms and smelt the stale air, trying to find any trace of his captive. He was able to get it, but odd... the trace was actually ending towards him.

And then, it happened.

In a quick flash of light, Marcus stood in the sand next to the boulder, below H's line of sight.

The demon prince whirled around, startled for a moment but regained composure quickly. "Ahh, there you are, " he called out, smirking, but it didn't have the intimidating effect it gave off days ago.

Marcus let out a brief sigh through his mouth. "H, I was waiting for you. What took you so long?" he asked, eyes glowing amber.

H noticed it and unconsciously stepped back. "You have changed, " he remarked, observing the latter from head to foot. He didn't miss noticing an intense aura expelling out of Marcus' body. "I know there was something different about you. You have powerful blood, why else were you able to house me if you are just a normal human? But I didn't exactly expect it to be holy though. What the fuck are you?"

He pointed to Marcus' entire person and raised a brow, but one that was tensed.

Marcus grinned with confidence although he doesn't entirely know the answer to that too. What he was only aware about was that he had more than enough power to escape from this hell of a prison.

"Oh, I was hoping you know, H, " he said whilst shaking his head, "I would have wanted for you to explain this miracle to me."

"Huh, miracle? Call it luck maybe? You are just a measly human who happens to have unique blood running in your veins. Unfortunately though, it will be of no use because I will make sure you rot inside this dimension."

The demon's dark aura seeped out of its body, ready to cause havoc. Its red eyes bore a murderous stare. Its long silky hair floated in slow waves. H stepped forward and summoned the connecting mark in Marcus' hand, planning to subdue him with intense pain, but Marcus simply shrugged it off.

"I believe I will have to decline the invitation, demon." The surface of Marcus' skin crystallized, thwarting the painful effect the demon's power was aiming. When H saw it, his brows flinched in displeasure.

"A special someone is waiting for me in the real world, H. I wouldn't want for her to wait. I think it is time to take back what's mine." Marcus approached the boulder and touched it; the contact immediately cracked the stone into pieces. His opponent, having the foresight of what he was about to do, jumped a stretch away from his back.

"Huh! Try me, priest! Just so you know, you can't harm me when I am in my own dimension. Your exorcism words are nothing for me, " H said, snickering when his foot hit the sand. He was instantly agape however when Marcus disappeared in his front. In intuition, he turned from side to side, but found no priest lurking around. Then, he felt for any clue of his life energy all over the dimension but it too vanished.

'Fuck, ' he cursed and watched as a fissure of light in the sky healed itself, 'Clever priest.'

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In the bed, with one elbow supporting Ysabelle's weight up and her hand clutching on the bed sheet wasn't what Marcus wanted to be welcomed with when he surfaces back to reality. But, at least she wasn't naked all in all.

He found himself half exposed too; the black cassock opened halfway revealing his chest and hard abdomen. In normal days, Marcus would have worn a white shirt under it, but the demon seems to dislike the excess clothing while it was under control.

Figures. It seems that he came back at the right time huh?

Luckily, he was able to stop the demon from ravishing Ysabelle. Luckily, he was just on time realizing finally that he

"I'm yours alone, " she chanted back when he licked and sucked the skin of her neck. She felt the hardness of his throbbing member nudging at her belly and realized that he was as aroused as she was. Boldly, she engulfed her fingers around it. The contact made Marcus groan.

"Arghh, Ysabelle, you drive me to my limit!" he complained in her ear.

Ysabelle bit her bottom lip and showed a repentant face. "I'm sorry—, " she said but it was already too late, "Ahh! Marcus!" because he had his fingers going down the sensitive nub of her womanhood.

The sensations were entirely the same last night and it made Ysabelle writhe in passion again. Marcus, being close to breaking his control, positioned himself in between her legs and kissed her again. Tongue to tongue; the motions were languid and heady.

Ysabelle wouldn't want to end it, until she gasped in surprise as Marcus slowly slid his erection inside her wet cave.

"Marcus— ahh!"

The penetration didn't include pain anymore. In fact, pain had been forgotten when he had already claimed her last night.

The movement was already enough to keep their minds spinning. Thrust after thrust. In and out. Marcus groaned and Ysabelle moaned and they both panted when a short moment later, their climax released like a powerful explosion. This was lovemaking in its essence. No lust, no guilt, no trickery. Just plain love in a man and a woman who desired each other.

Ysabelle's eyes tightly shut, feeling the wave of orgasm inside her, and opened to look at the ceiling when it gradually dissipated. However, out of the blue, her eyes caught sight of a pair of transparent white wings in Marcus' back. It surprised her.

"Marcus?!"

"Yes?" he answered breathlessly. "What is it my love?" He hovered above her and stared into her eyes lovingly.

"You have wings!" she shouted in disbelief. She stared into his now-amber eyes, then to the gradually disappearing transparent wings, then back to his eyes. "You—you had wings..."

"Really now..." was his only reply, not at all concerned when he positioned himself on her side. "That's a good clue."

"Clue about what?" Ysabelle looked up at him in confusion. She didn't even feel ashamed that they were still both sweaty and skin exposed in the aftermath of their lovemaking. But, anyway, so was Marcus.

"Ysabelle, as soon as I saw an opportunity, I escaped the demon's prison, but I could never have done it without this...this unexpected power inside me. I might be able to use this in order to exorcise the demon for good, but I am yet to learn more and understand it, so I need to call someone who has great knowledge with supernaturals, and is a supernatural himself."

"So you consider the wings on your back a clue?" she asked, and Marcus nodded silently. "You...want the demon exorcised for good?" Marcus nodded again. Ysabelle blinked twice and diverted her eyes away from him. "Wow... that's...a lot to take in."

Somehow, her eyes dulled upon realizing something of value to her existence: her last wish.

Of course, her last wish.

The only problem to fulfilling it now is Marcus.

God, what a twistedly complicated web of events.

"This someone, who is he Marcus?" Ysabelle asked, after shoving the worries at the back of her mind.

Marcus grinned some more, oblivious of her predicament. "He used to be my mentor, love. We call him, Father Azrael."

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