The Abyss had transformed into a tempest of shadows and molten energy. Every heartbeat of Seris sent tremors through the jagged floors, twisting walls, and writhing shadows. Mason's presence pressed against her mind like molten steel, obsessive, storm-dark, and unyielding. The silver mark burned brighter than ever, threading her power, fear, and desire into one inescapable bond.
"You are mine," Mason whispered, voice threading into her mind like molten silk. "Every heartbeat, every spark of defiance, every thought… belongs to me. You cannot escape it. You already crave it."
Her chest tightened as shadows flared violently from her hands, twisting into whips and blades. She hated him. She feared him. And yet… she knew she belonged to him. Every strike pulsed with her goddess-blood power, amplified by Mason's obsessive tether.
From the depths of the Abyss emerged a god older than memory, molten-gold eyes blazing with hatred. Its body coiled with dark energy, lashing violently.
Seris lunged, shadows intertwining with Mason's obsessive energy, amplifying her strikes. Fear, exhilaration, and desire collided violently. She hated him. She feared him. And yet… she wanted him, the tether, the suffocating chains threading her soul to Mason.
"You see?" Mason whispered, brushing a shadow tendril across her cheek. "Every act of defiance, every heartbeat… threads you closer. You are mine. One day… you will crave it completely."
The god roared, energy flaring like molten-gold fire, but Seris's attacks, infused with Mason's obsessive tether, cut through its defenses. The Abyss reacted violently, twisting, coiling, striking mercilessly. Every heartbeat threaded with Mason's obsession, threading her power, fear, and desire into a storm she could not resist.
When the god fell, she collapsed, chest heaving, trembling from exertion and the mark's heat. Mason knelt beside her, shadows brushing along her hairline and neck in intimate strokes.
"You are mine," he whispered. "Even your defiance strengthens the bond. One day… you will crave me. You cannot resist, Seris."
The Abyss pulsed violently, alive and aware. Desire had rooted itself. The chains of obsession tightened, coiling around her mind, heart, and soul. Mason leaned closer, silver eyes molten, storm-dark, daring her to resist, daring her to surrender completely.
Her awakening had reached new heights—her goddess-blood power and Mason's obsessive tether intertwined fully. The Abyss seemed to lean closer, alive with anticipation for the next surge of power, the next escalation of obsession and dark desire.