His Dark Obsession

His Fated Obsession (Book 2) Chapter 39. Ascension

EVANGELINE.

I have never worn a dress with so many jewels, yet at the same time feel as light as I do. The lightweight shimmering silver fabric somehow holds the tiny diamonds that adorn it, despite how flimsy the fabric appears to me. The skirt that flares at my thighs seems to float around my feet, as it hugs my thighs.

It is strapless and attached to the back, is a glimmering darker silver fluid-looking fabric, that trails on the ground behind me.

Unlike the dress which contains only tiny jewels, this top layer contains diamonds in several colours, different shades of reds, greys and clear diamonds. All combined to create a beautiful design on the trail.

My neck, arms and ears are glittering with jewels, and upon my head is a matching crown.

The only makeup I am wearing is a deep red coloured lipstick. My hair is styled in a small quiff to hold my tiara, the rest is left open, glittering with tiny jewels.

The huge hall is full of powerful figures, high lords, gods, and goddesses.

I may not have been here for long, but I’m able to fit in and hold my ground, even when I know half of these immortals are looking down upon me. Yet it all comes so naturally to me now.

As for Zed, He may not be born a god, but he is one, and he stands by my side fearlessly and confidently, challenging anyone to dare try to insult me.

None do outright, and those who make subtle jabs, cast him one look before they fall back.

Yet I know the way the game is played here, direct shots are never fired, and if someone insults another, it’s repaid with curses, vengeance or judgement. Not with mere words.

A room full of beautiful people who can be equally dangerous…

Magic and power wrap around them like a cloak. For some, it’s like a protective shield and for others, another precious possession.

Everything before me makes me realise that there is not simply one person in power, but many who contribute to the bigger picture. Along with it, it is the cause of many clashes.

hang from the

lit with

and pillars, travelling up the walls

powerful, orchestrated by the

has been a while since the event had begun, the chattering and bustle far more relaxed than I had presumed

and then we drank and snacked on delicacies I cannot even name, fruit that tasted far better than anything I had

they sparkle, but the hues were that of

to congratulate me on my position as the new goddess. “It’s high time that the moon has the grace of a goddess back here… I just hope that Selene’s daughter does justice to that

the first to mention Selene, with most avoiding even mentioning, let alone hinting at her. Almost as if she simply did not exist or, as Soren has told us, dare not speak

is a woman, not caring about that. With her long black hair, a jewelled star embedded in the centre of her forehead, and steel-grey

you, she will,” Zedkiel says, his hand that rests on

smiles faintly, her attention turning on

says, before she

hope we did not

mean, if we did, it just means she’s ridiculously sensitive.’

My Zed… he’s still the same as he always has been. I just understand

embroidered shirt, and black pants. He wears no jewellery, yet he stands

bite my lip slightly, admiring him, when

me against his front. The feel of his manhood against my stomach makes

He

thumb over his bottom lip. “Can I

his own, in a sizzling

back a moan, treasuring the kiss before we part. A

him to accept both Evelyn and I, but of course, I will always want him to

your mind?’ He asks through the link. I smile softly and shake my

I whisper, pecking his lips before I step back.