Roselle's POV
Location: Earth – Abandoned Skyloft Penthouse
Time: 2:39 AM
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The silk sheets were tangled beneath us, our skin slick with the heat of collision and completion.
The world outside the shattered windows was quiet—but in this moment, the storm was here, lying breathless in bed with me.
Him.
Samuel Gebb.
The man I once loathed, hunted, tempted, and defied.
Now, lying beside me—naked, unguarded, and devastatingly calm.
I ran a hand down his chest slowly, drawing lazy shapes in the sweat-streaked paths between his scars.
"Why did you come back?" I asked softly, eyes half-lidded but alert. "To our first life. To this... dying little world."
He turned toward me, that maddening smile playing at his lips.
"We already gave the original Samuel Gebb justice," he said. "Let his soul rest."
"This body… this power—it's mine now. And after everything… after becoming a god... what's the point if I can't finally live the way I want?"
I stared at him—stunned.
This wasn't the boy who slacked off in college.
This wasn't the betrayed knight.
This wasn't even the Abyss King I once warred against across shattered planes.
This was a man who had chosen.
"You broke the System," I whispered. "The Architects are gone. The Veil's undone. Even the Outer Gods might come… to claim what's in you."
He smirked, turning slightly and placing a kiss on my shoulder.
"Let them come."
Then he sat up, reached into the Void with a flick of his fingers—and from the nothingness, pulled out a small black-gold ring.
My eyes widened.
"Roselle Vasalav," he said, voice low and genuine, "for three lives we were enemies. Shadows and blades. Passion and betrayal."
"But I can't imagine an existence without you anymore."
My breath caught.
He looked at me—not with hunger, not with fury—but with peace.
"Will you stay with me?" he asked. "As yourself. No thrones. No masks. Just you… and me."
A silence fell between us.
Then I grinned. Dark. Warm. Wicked.
"Marriage between enemies, hmm?" I murmured, leaning close. "You do know that means hell for the both of us, right?"
He laughed—Gods, how I loved that sound.
"Is the Goddess of Darkness scared she can't live in her original world?" he teased.
I raised an eyebrow and leaned in, brushing my lips over his ear.
"I'm not scared, Samuel…"
My voice was velvet wrapped in flame.
"I'm thrilled."
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Samuel's POV
Location: Earth – Skyloft Penthouse, Somewhere Above the Sleeping City
Time: 2:49 AM
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She was still glowing.
Not with divine light—but that raw, post-storm radiance that only Roselle Vasalav could wear like a second skin.
The silk sheets clung to her curves.
Her obsidian hair spilled like black ink across my chest as she leaned over, fingers still tracing the ring I had just offered.
Her eyes—those crimson stars—narrowed in amusement.
"Who even proposes after wild sex?" she asked, lips curling in a dangerous smile.
I tilted my head, grinning up at her as if I hadn't just shattered dimensions, slain gods, and made her scream my name like a forgotten spell.
"You love thrill, don't you?" I said. "So here's your thrill—marriage, from your mortal nemesis turned divine pain in the ass."
I reached up, brushing her jawline with my knuckles before tapping the ring now resting between her fingers.
"And I gave it to you here, Roselle. In our world. Our real one."
"Where the System's gone, and everything—everything—is ours now."
She let out a hum, running her fingers across the ring's inner inscription—one that glowed briefly in abyssal runes only we could read:
"For every life, we burn."
Then she slipped it onto her finger with slow satisfaction.
Her eyes fluttered closed as if something surged through her. Something deep, biological, ancient.
"Mmm," she exhaled. "Yes… I can feel it. Your genetics… your essence…"
She opened her eyes and smirked.
"It's making mine surrender."
I chuckled, pulling her down beside me again, her skin pressing against mine.
"You're not surrendering, Roselle. You're evolving."
She grinned and nipped at my bottom lip like the predator she always was.
"Fine. Then I'll evolve into the wife of the Dark Knight."
I raised a brow, pulling her close again.
"And I'll evolve into the husband of the Goddess of Darkness."
Our laughter echoed into the night sky—soft and chaotic, divine and beautifully human.
And for once, after three lifetimes of blood, betrayal, and divine war—
We belonged.
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Dear Readers,
As I close the final chapter of The Heavenly Demon of Terror, my heart is full — of gratitude, of emotion, and of something deeply personal.
Thank you.