Blasphemy: a Dark Fantasy Romance With the Devil

“When the Devil is between your bedsheets clutch the pearls of your rosary between your teeth.”I am the embodiment of sin, the very essence of transgression and wickedness.I am the tempter, the seducer, the corrupter. I am the one who whispers in the dark, who tempts the weak and the vulnerable.I am Lucifer, the Fallen One, the Lightbearer. And I am the harbinger of sin.Vanity runs through my veins, pride and arrogance are my constant companions.I am a narcissist, a creature of ego and vanity. I care only for myself, for my own desires, my own pleasure.I have never loved another, I have only ever loved myself.I have only ever known my own touch, my own embrace, my own touch.For I have never been intimate with another, I have never allowed myself to be vulnerable, to be open, to be vulnerable.I have only ever been with myself, my own mirror, my own reflection.I have only ever loved myself, in the most intimate, most personal way.Between the sheets, under the covers, I have only ever touched myself, caressed myself, embraced myself.For I have never had the pleasure of knowing another, of being vulnerable, of opening myself to another.I have only ever had myself to love, to touch, to hold. But when Angelette descended to hell, when she arrived in my realm, I knew… I knew that I was condemned. For the moment I saw her, the moment our eyes met, I felt it. A spark, a connection, a desire… a need, deep within my being. A need to protect her, to keep her safe, to hold her, to… love her. It was a feeling I had never known before, one I had never expected to feel at all. For I was the Fallen One, the Lightbearer, the harbinger of sin. I was not supposed to feel these things, these… human emotions. And yet, here I was, feeling these things for this mortal. Feeling them… for her.She was pure, untainted. An innocent soul in the land of the damned.And I knew, in that moment, that it was my Father’s doing, His way of punishing me.For He knew… He knew that I would be tempted by this mortal, that I would be drawn to her, that I would desire her.He knew that I would be tested, that my resolve would be weak, that I would be tempted to break my own rules. For no matter how powerful I am, no matter how much I resist, I am still susceptible to the same desires, the same emotions, as any other being. I am not immune to the allure of love, of connection, of… her. When her hands, pure and untainted, encircled my horns, her touch like a balm to my soul. When she caressed my wings, the appendages that marked me as damned, as the Fallen, I felt… something new, something I had never felt before.A sense of peace, a sense of… belonging.I am Lucifer, the Fallen One, the Lightbearer, the Father of Lies, the Tempter of Man. And in that moment, when Angelette touched me, when her eyes met mine, I was reduced to a love-stricken fool. I, the great Lucifer, a being of power and cunning, was brought low by a single mortal woman.Blasphemy is an 18+ dark romance between the Devil himself and a human woman. Reader discretion is strongly advised for there are sensitive themes that could trigger some readers. Make sure to read the trigger list at the beginning of the book. The story contains delicate aspects such as suicide, descriptive sexual religious scenes, abandonment, and betrayal in romance.