Chapter 41 #2
Her hair is left long, wavy, and threaded with tiny crystal blossoms, and her lips are stained the colour of fresh pomegranate, bold but soft.
Her freckles are in full bloom now, each one kissed to life by the sun in Solara.
Thirty-six of them, scattered like constellations across her cheeks and nose.
Most wouldn’t have noticed them. But I did.
I counted them every night as she slept.
She’s Luminaria’s grace and Hell’s fire, woven into a single breathtaking form.
My wife. My queen. She’s divine. Not in the way Elyistria is or Sariya, not in the way gods are born and celestials are made.
But in the way a wildfire is divine—untamed, beautiful, inevitable.
“You’re staring,” she says softly.
“You’re glowing.”
She blushes as I step closer, closing the distance between us.
I brush my knuckles down her cheek softly. “Thirty-six freckles,” I mumble.
Her brows lift. “You counted?”
“Every night.”
The flush deepens. “Wow, you really are obsessed.”
She giggles, pushing at me with a hand in a playful way, and I grab hold of it, pulling it up to my mouth to place a kiss against her knuckles. Her engagement ring sparkles, and I can’t help the grin that takes over my face.
“You have no idea, little flower.”
She exhales, smiling despite herself. “This is it, huh? The last realm before Noxthrallia.”
I nod. “This one’s different though. Luminaria isn’t elemental like the others.
Elyistria doesn’t command storms or sea, or war.
She is the source of magic itself. All light magic, all good fate—it flows from her hands.
She’s more powerful than any of us… though not more powerful than the Divine Six combined. ”
“And they just… let her exist?” She asks.
“They fear her,” I say simply. “Because if Elyistria dies, magic dies. Every spell, every enchantment, every blessing, every good fate given. Gone.”
Daisy huffs, arms crossing. “Well, maybe I’ll have a few choice words for her about what the hell I did so wrong for her to not be on my side with fate.”
I smirk, not being able to stop myself from being a sarcastic asshole. “There’s a rumour that she always answers the pleas of the desperate. Maybe she heard yours and thought you needed a sexy seven-foot demon in your life.” I lower my eyes to her plump lips. “And your mouth.”
I flex, posing like some ridiculous Greek God statue just to make her laugh. It works, and she grins, giggling as I pull her in for a kiss.
Her voice softens. “Is this the end of hot-and-cold Korithax?”
I flatten my mouth into something almost like a smile, but shrouded with sadness. “I’m sorry.” I breathe, “I was trying to keep you—keep this—at arm’s length.” I gesture between us, tilting my head. “But it turns out, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stay away.”
“You stayed away long enough before Christmas,” she whispers, a trace of hurt curling through her tone.
I shake my head. “Wrong.”
She quirks an eyebrow at me, now her turn to tilt her head. “What?”
“I watched you. Every single night in the scrying mirror.”
She gasps, pushing at my chest. “Stalker!”
“Mmhm.” I kiss her temple. “And I saw how you stroked that pretty little pussy over me night after night.”
She slaps my chest, her cheeks flaming red. “I did not!” She shrieks.
I chuckle, wrapping my arm around her lower back. “Come on. We’ve got a Goddess of Magic to meet.”
For the first time, Daisy doesn’t stumble when we land. In fact… she straightens, almost seeming to glow. I frown, looking over her, still holding onto her regardless of her steady posture.
“You alright?” I ask.
She blinks, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Yeah,” she breathes. “I feel… wonderful.”
I narrow my eyes, watching her rub at the birthmark that sits just below her shoulder. “Maybe it’s because this is the realm of magic.”
I watch her, both of us with confusion etched across our faces as I take her in.
She seems more radiant than ever, and I swear her ocean blue eyes are shimmering.
We begin walking, and I take her hand, walking together straight towards the palace of Luminaria.
This felt strange; the way her small hand was placed in mine without the reasoning of trying to fool people.
But she deserved to be treated with softness, and I was going to try my best to give her it.
For her, I could be soft. I could save my ruthlessness for the bedroom.
My mind wandered back to the way she had taken me down her throat, the way her body jostled, her tits bounced as I fucked her mouth until I emptied into her.
Fuck she was incredible. The feel of her was like nothing I’d ever known.
And the soul pull when we fucked was so intense, the feel of it alone almost made me finish.
She was truly spectacular, and I couldn’t wait to tear her dress from her body later and taste every godsdamned inch of her.
The air here is warm, the skies the colour of soft dawn—pinks, peaches, creams, all melting together in hues that I’ve never seen exist anywhere else.
Mountains stretch into the heavens, white as pearl, glowing softly under a sun that doesn’t quite cast the same heat as Solara.
The grass beneath our feet is iridescent white-gold, and gentle music floats through the air—harps, flutes, voices that sing hymns of welcome.
Creatures roam freely—winged deer with glowing antlers, white-furred lions with golden eyes, flocks of tiny glowing wisps trailing sparkles as they zip through the air. Pegasi fly overhead, their wings casting soft shadows across the path that lies just ahead.
The palace looks like it’s carved from light itself.
Pure white stone rises in soft spirals that reach the sky.
Runes of good fate shimmer across every surface.
Flowers bloom in places that shouldn’t be possible—cracks in the marble, corners of windows, even the tips of the spires seem to sprout white florals.
They all softly pulse with the realm’s magic, as if they were truly alive and breathing.
As we approach, guards armoured in yellow and white gold drop to one knee, bowing their heads.
“Queen of Hell,” they say in perfect unison.
I arch a brow. “Wow. News travels fast around here, huh?”
One of the guards straightens. “Prince of Hell, you and your Queen may follow me.”
I scowl, acting more like a bratty teenager than a twenty-thousand-year-old. “Why does she get Queen and I get fucking Prince?”
Daisy giggles, and I glance down at her. “Glad you think it’s funny.”
I can’t help but pout. Assholes.
We walk the grand corridors, passing beings that seem born of light—tall, graceful, and glowing softly.
Some have wings, some wear halos, all of them exude calm.
The inside of the palace hums with magic that softly kisses my skin as the scent of a thousand blooming flowers trails by me on a phantom breeze.
The throne room doors appear at the end of the hallway, a large arch of gold-tipped vines that part like petals as they slowly peel open at our approach.
We step into the most radiant chamber I’ve ever seen, golden runes spiralling across the floor.
Crystal spires rise like trees, blooming with their own source of light, and a gentle river of magic flows through the air, seeming to circle around Daisy as her hair softly flutters around her like golden waves.
At the far end of the throne room, seated upon a large, white throne that pulses soft, glowing light, is Elyistria. She rises slowly, robes flowing like water and wind, light trailing from her fingertips as she holds out her palms.
“She returns,” Elyistria breathes, voice layered with harmony. So soft and gentle, a stark comparison to my home.
Daisy looks around, confused. “Me?”
Elyistria smiles, her gaze warm enough to melt the stars themselves. “Yes, my dear.”