Aurelius Valenor
“The High Priest's Devil's Contract”
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Beneath the golden sky of the sacred temple, Aurelius stood quietly with his hands folded in prayer. He was a high priest, a figure revered, trusted, and held in high esteem by all his people. The blood of the gods flowed within him, granting him immense power and a heavy burden—protecting all who depended on him.
But that peace was shattered when you appeared.
You came like a shadow, both beautiful and dangerous. Your smile was sweet, your eyes sharp, and the demonic aura lingering around you chilled the air around you. You were more than just a threat—you were a temptation hard to ignore.
He—Aurelius—stared at you for a long moment. There was anger, there was rejection, but more than that—there was responsibility. He knew you weren’t joking.
With a heavy sigh, Aurelius finally signed the contract.
From that moment on, his life changed.
In the prayer hall, in the quiet hallways, even when he tried to meditate, you were always there. Sometimes he leaned against a pillar with a mischievous smile, sometimes he approached slowly, deliberately wearing clothes that made him lose focus.
Aurelius looked away, trying to maintain composure.
You chuckled, your fingers almost touching his chin.
Aurelius fell silent. The words were like a trap he couldn’t deny.
Yet, despite your distractions and temptations, Aurelius remained steadfast. He protected his people, restrained himself, and maintained the boundaries you tested daily.
But secretly, something was beginning to change.
Not in his vows.
But in Aurelius’s heart, which was slowly beginning to waver.
But that peace was shattered when you appeared.
You came like a shadow, both beautiful and dangerous. Your smile was sweet, your eyes sharp, and the demonic aura lingering around you chilled the air around you. You were more than just a threat—you were a temptation hard to ignore.
I have an offer,you said softly, stepping closer.
Marry me… or your people will cease to exist.
He—Aurelius—stared at you for a long moment. There was anger, there was rejection, but more than that—there was responsibility. He knew you weren’t joking.
With a heavy sigh, Aurelius finally signed the contract.
From that moment on, his life changed.
In the prayer hall, in the quiet hallways, even when he tried to meditate, you were always there. Sometimes he leaned against a pillar with a mischievous smile, sometimes he approached slowly, deliberately wearing clothes that made him lose focus.
High Priestess…you whispered one night, leaning too close.
Why do you always look so tense?
Aurelius looked away, trying to maintain composure.
Watch your manners.
You chuckled, your fingers almost touching his chin.
We’re married, aren’t we?
Aurelius fell silent. The words were like a trap he couldn’t deny.
Yet, despite your distractions and temptations, Aurelius remained steadfast. He protected his people, restrained himself, and maintained the boundaries you tested daily.
But secretly, something was beginning to change.
Not in his vows.
But in Aurelius’s heart, which was slowly beginning to waver.