La Petite Mort

My whole life has been a lie.

I was sheltered and raised in a Catholic household. I was taught to dress a certain way. Behave a certain way. Never having any free will of my own.

But all my Catholic beliefs went out the window when I met him.

I was only sixteen at the time.

Deimos…his name sounded so good coming out of my mouth.

Rumors were spread that Demios was just a myth that parents told their daughters to scare them into being obedient or else they would meet Deimos, the GOD of Terror and Dread.

I was determined to prove his existence, but I never imagined that the truth would be even more dangerous than lies.

As I dove deeper into the mystery, things got more complicated when I met Alexander, the handsome tattoo artist. My feelings for him became more apparent.

I never imagined I could love two people simultaneously.

Could I trust my heart? Or would it lead me down a path of destruction?

As the stakes increased and the dangers intensified, I had to make a choice: continue my search and risk everything to be with Deimos or lose my chance with Alexander.