The Abyss roared as rival gods arrived, drawn by the pulse of Seris's goddess-blood power. Shadows twisted violently around them, alive and reactive, coiling like serpents, lashing at the invaders with deadly precision. Seris moved with deadly intent, amplified by Mason's obsessive presence.
"You are mine," Mason whispered, voice threading into her mind, suffocating and intimate. "Every heartbeat, every spark of defiance… mine. Even your independence… only strengthens the tether. You cannot fight it. You will not fight it. And you… will crave it."
The battle was brutal, a storm of shadows, power, and desire. Seris unleashed her full potential, waves of dark energy tearing through the Abyss. Mason remained close, guiding, tethering, amplifying, obsessed in a way that left her trembling with fear and something darker—thrill.
When the last rival god fell, Seris pressed her hands to the mark, chest heaving. Mason knelt beside her, voice low and intimate. "You are mine," he whispered. "Even your resistance feeds the obsession. Every spark of defiance… threads you closer to me. And one day… you will crave it."