The Abyss had become a living tempest, shadows twisting violently, walls bending, floors rippling. Every heartbeat of Seris resonated through the black expanse, amplified by Mason's obsessive tether threading through her mind. The silver mark burned molten-hot, coiling through her veins, threading power, fear, and desire into one inescapable storm.
"You feel it, don't you?" Mason whispered, his voice low, intimate, threading into her mind. "Every spark of defiance, every heartbeat… belongs to me. You already crave it."
Her chest constricted. Shadows flared violently from her hands, twisting into whips and blades. She hated him. She feared him. And yet, 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 centuries-old hatred. Its body coiled with black energy, lashing violently, warping the Abyss.
Seris lunged forward, shadows erupting violently, intertwining with Mason's obsessive energy. Fear, exhilaration, and desire collided violently. She hated him. She feared him. And yet… she wanted him, the tether, the 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 immortal roared, molten-gold energy flaring, 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 heat of the mark. Mason knelt beside her, shadows brushing along her hairline and neck in intimate, possessive strokes.
"You are mine," he whispered, "Even your defiance strengthens the bond. One day… you will crave me. You cannot resist, Seris."