RosaI was born into devotion. Raised to be pure, to kneel before the light, to obey without question. The sermons of Pope Greg shaped my soul, taught me right from wrong, whispered promises of salvation in exchange for my unwavering faith. I believed. I obeyed. I was good.
Until I wasn’t.
Until Lucius tempted me with wicked laughter and whispered sins. Until I let him touch me beneath the watchful eyes of heaven itself. Until the Pope cast me out, stripping me of my place, my worth—my very existence.
Banished, abandoned, and alone, I wandered the outskirts of the city, lost in the ruin of my disgrace. And then, in the dead of night, he found me.
A demon lord cloaked in power, eyes like dying embers, his presence both terrifying and intoxicating. Azrael did not offer me salvation. He offered dominion. Revenge. A chance to burn the faith that had forsaken me.
I should have run. I should have prayed. But when his hand reached for me, I did the one thing I swore I never would.
AzraelI have walked this world for centuries. Seen kings rise and fall, watched priests soil their own altars with the blood of the faithful. Heaven calls me forsaken, hell whispers of my ruin. But I do not bow to gods or devils.
I am Azrael. The Fallen Saint. The one who will drag the light from its throne and shroud this world in the truth it fears.
A girl cast from grace, trembling in the dark, stripped of the faith that once shackled her. She should have been nothing to me. Another broken thing, abandoned by the god she worshiped.
But she stood before me, unyielding, her innocence stained, her soul caught between the ashes of what she was and the flames of what she could be. She did not flinch beneath my gaze. She did not kneel.
She intrigued me.
She belonged to me.
She will learn that heaven does not want her. Hell will consume her. And I will own every shattered piece.
Forsaken and Fated by the Fallen Saint is a dark fantasy age-gap romance, steeped in sinful temptation, ruthless devotion, and a fallen angel who refuses to let his chosen one stray from his grasp. If you crave dominant demons, heroines pulled from the light into exquisite darkness, and a love that is as twisted as it is inevitable, then delve into the City of Sanctus Dominus.
