Marcus

The Heaven’s Lure (Marcus’s POV)

The Theatre of Shadows had been my quarry for months—a dark stain on the world I’d vowed to cleanse. I was Marcus, a hunter hardened by years of stalking the night, my trench coat weathered, my silver dagger etched with runes from kills past. The rumors of this place—students vanishing, thralls whispering of ecstasy—had drawn me like a moth to flame, my mission clear: end the architect, burn his web to ash. I’d slipped through the park’s edges, past the Phantom Pavilion’s moans and the Mirror Maze’s laughter, my senses sharp, until I found it: Heaven’s Gate, a glowing arch of pearl and gold, its sign promising Eternal Rest – Step Into Bliss. The air shimmered, sweet with honeysuckle and a faint, intoxicating musk, and I hesitated—only a moment—before stepping inside.

The world shifted. The tent dissolved into a vast expanse of light—soft, radiant, a sky of endless dawn stretching above me. Clouds drifted, plush and glowing, the ground beneath my boots a carpet of silken petals that cushioned each step. My trench coat felt heavy, my dagger a useless weight, and as I breathed in that sweet air, a warmth flooded me—peace, fulfillment, a certainty that I’d won. “I did it,” I murmured, my voice echoing softly, a smile tugging at my lips. “I ended him—Azrael’s gone. This… this is my reward.” Heaven, I thought, my life’s goal fulfilled, my battles over.

A figure emerged from the light—Selene, or so I knew her once, a hunter like me, fierce and unyielding. But this Selene was divine—her skin shimmered, her white wings arched gracefully, feathers glinting like pearls in the glow. Her leather was gone, replaced by a flowing gown of translucent silk that clung to her curves, teasing the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the long lines of her legs. Her eyes—golden now, molten with promise—locked onto mine, and her smile was soft, inviting, a balm to my weary soul. “Marcus,” she purred, her voice a melodic caress that slid over my skin, igniting a slow burn in my chest. “You’ve earned this. Welcome to paradise.”

I dropped my dagger, the clatter muffled by the petals, my hands trembling as she glided closer, her scent—honeysuckle, musk, a whisper of spice—flooding me. “Selene,” I breathed, my throat tight, my body waking under her gaze as she stopped before me, her wings brushing my arms, a feathered touch that sent a shiver down my spine. “You’re… an angel.” She nodded, her fingers tracing my jaw, cool and electric, her touch sparking heat that pooled low in my belly. “And you can be too,” she whispered, her lips hovering near mine, her breath a tease that made my lips part. “Let me give you release—eternal peace, eternal pleasure.”

My coat fell away under her hands, her nails grazing my chest through my shirt as she pressed herself against me, her body soft yet commanding, her wings folding around us like a cocoon of light. “Yes,” I rasped, my resolve melting, my hands sliding to her hips, feeling the silk of her gown, the warmth beneath. Her lips claimed mine—slow, deep, a kiss that tasted of honey and sin, her tongue slipping in to dance with mine, drawing a groan from my throat. My shirt tore under her touch, her hands roaming my bare skin, tracing the scars of my hunts with a reverence that made me ache.

She guided me down onto the petal-strewn ground, the softness cradling me as she straddled my hips, her gown riding up to reveal thighs that gleamed in the light. “You’ve fought so long,” she murmured, her hands unbuttoning my pants, her fingers brushing me through the fabric—slow, deliberate, a tease that made my hips buck, a low moan escaping me. “Let me take it all away.” Her touch was fire, her lips trailing down my neck, kissing, sucking, her wings brushing my chest as she freed me, her hand wrapping around me with a gentle, firm grip that sent heat surging through my veins.

“Selene—fuck,” I groaned, my head tilting back as she stroked me, her pace languid, sensual, each movement a promise of bliss. Her lips found my chest, her tongue flicking against a nipple, then lower, kissing the taut lines of my stomach as her hand worked me, building a pressure I couldn’t fight. “This is heaven,” I panted, my hands tangling in her hair, guiding her as she lowered her mouth, her breath hot against me before she took me in—slow, wet, her tongue swirling with a skill that ripped a ragged cry from my throat. Her wings flared, the feathers grazing my thighs, amplifying every sensation, and I believed it—believed I’d earned this, that this was my reward.

She pulled back, her golden eyes glowing, her lips glistening as she climbed over me, her gown slipping away to reveal her fully—breasts full, nipples peaked, her body a vision of divine temptation. “Release with me,” she purred, sinking down onto me—tight, slick, a perfect fit that made me arch, my hands gripping her hips as she began to move, slow and deep, her wings trembling with each roll of her hips. “Become like me—an angel, forever.” Her voice was a trance, her rhythm a spell, and I nodded, lost in her—her heat, her touch, the ecstasy building as she rode me, her moans mingling with mine in the radiant air.

I surrendered—my body, my soul—thrusting up to meet her, my release crashing through me like a wave of light, a shuddering groan echoing as I spilled into her, her own climax tightening around me, her wings flaring wide. But as the pleasure peaked, a shift began—my skin glowed, feathers sprouting, soft and white, my senses sharpening as her power took hold. She kissed me, her fangs grazing my lip, and I realized too late—heaven was a lie, a trap, her release a transformation. I was no longer a hunter but an angel, bound to serve the Theatre of Shadows, my will reshaped to Azrael’s design, my eternity now hers to command.