Page 24 of His to Break
AZRAEL
I lie beside her, the weight of realization pressing down like a stone in my chest. The ceiling above is cracked, shadowed by years of neglect, yet I can’t take my eyes off Kara.
Her chest rises and falls with a steady rhythm, and each breath stirs something within me.
She sleeps peacefully, unaware of the tumult brewing inside me.
Once, I was a lord among demons, feared and respected. My pride was my armor—shining and unyielding. But now? Now I sit here watching her, knowing she’s stronger than I am. The shift in our dynamic gnaws at my insides, an undeniable truth sinking its teeth into my very bones.
Kara’s power hums in the air around us, electric and intoxicating.
She leads with such confidence now; it’s a heady sight that both infuriates and fascinates me.
I’ve spent centuries clinging to my superiority, but here she is—this human girl awakening as an incubus queen—and I find myself struggling to reconcile that.
I push myself up into a sitting position, running a hand through my hair as I stare at the dim room around us. This place is filled with memories of defeat and shackles. But now it’s different; she has altered everything with her awakening.
I think back to the elders’ whispers from long ago—the prophecies woven through our bloodlines, claiming that I was born for her. An incubus queen destined to usher in the next generation of power. They spoke of unity between demonkind and human essence—the balance that could change realms forever.
But what do they know? How could they foresee this moment?
Their words ring hollow now against the backdrop of reality.
As much as it shatters my pride to admit it, maybe this is what I was meant for: not just to lead or dominate but to support her ascent—to stand beside her as she claims her rightful place.
Her strength swells with each passing day while mine diminishes under the weight of chains binding me to this mortal realm. The thought sends anger coursing through me—a dark heat rising like smoke from hellfire. But even that anger feels impotent when faced with Kara’s fierce determination.
What does it mean for me? If she rises higher than I ever did… what then? Do I become just another shadow behind her throne? Or will she bring me along in this revolution she seems poised to ignite?
I glance back at her sleeping form again.
She looks peaceful now—innocent almost—but beneath that surface lies a tempest waiting to be unleashed.
That thought ignites something else within me: admiration mixed with an unsettling longing for closeness.
Perhaps in this twisted fate we share, there exists potential for more than just power or dominance.
The door rattles suddenly—a reminder of our precarious situation—and my heart races at the possibility of discovery. Yet instead of fear consuming me, excitement thrums through my veins like wild fire.
Kara stirs slightly beside me but remains asleep—a goddess wrapped in shadows—and I stop myself from being drawn toward her essence even further.
“Kara,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from too many nights spent wrestling with shadows. She stirs, blinking up at me, those amber eyes brightening like flames igniting in the dark.
“I’ve been fighting it,” I admit, my gaze locking onto hers. The intensity of my feelings floods through me like a tidal wave. “But I know now. I was born to serve you. To protect you. To stand by your side—forever.”
Her eyes soften, a hint of vulnerability breaking through her fierce exterior as she sits up, her hand resting on my cheek. “Azrael…” she begins, but I can’t let her finish.
I pull her close, feeling her warm body as our foreheads touch.
“I want to be yours. Completely.” The words tumble out, heavy and earnest. “I’ll be your knight.
Your protector. Your slave if you wish it.
” My voice trembles under the weight of what I’m offering, a truth that unravels centuries of pride and arrogance within me.
“I’ll die for you if that’s what it takes. ”
A silence hangs between us—a charged moment where everything shifts and crystallizes into clarity. Her eyes shimmer like molten gold, and without another word, she leans in and kisses me.
This kiss is different—not the ravenous hunger that had once consumed us but a tenderness born of understanding and acceptance. It’s soft yet electric, igniting a fire deep within me that pushes aside the shadows of my past life as a demon prince.
In that moment, something changes irrevocably; I feel shackles dissolve that had nothing to do with chains or magic binding me to the dark elves’ will. Instead, it’s an awakening—an embrace of this newfound purpose alongside her.
The kiss deepens as Kara pulls away just enough to gaze into my eyes again, searching for something unspoken between us.
“Azrael,” she murmurs softly, “you don’t have to…”
“I want to,” I interrupt gently, brushing my thumb across her cheek—a simple gesture imbued with meaning. “You’ve awakened something in me that I never knew existed.”
She hesitates but doesn’t pull away; instead, she threads her fingers through my hair and tilts her head slightly as if contemplating the weight of my declaration.
“I can feel it too,” she admits quietly, vulnerability slipping into her voice like honeyed darkness.
As we sit there wrapped in each other’s presence—the cold stone walls fading away—I see the flicker of power in her eyes grow brighter. This isn’t just about strength; it’s about trust—the intertwining fates of two beings who defy their very natures together.
The fear gnawing at the edges of my mind slips away as determination takes its place. With Kara beside me—fierce and radiant—I am not simply bound by duty anymore; I am free to carve our path forward against all odds.
“We’ll take down the dark elves together,” I vow quietly against her lips before pulling back slightly to look into those fierce eyes filled with so much promise. “I swear it.”
Kara nods resolutely; a silent agreement formed between us—two souls united against an oppressive fate that had tried so hard to keep us apart.
“Together,” she breathes softly before pulling me back into another kiss.