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I was the woman who believed in fairy tales; he was the monster of them. The Devil of Ravencliff Manor. The Phantom. Radcliff. Escorted by a prince, my obsession led me to the villain's lair, with no hope for rescue. Trapped inside his greenhouse, our once upon a time began with a flower. More accurately, with a scent that captivated me. I signed my soul over to the man who represented my sinister nightmares. The one known to belong to the cruel shadows, who offered me my perfumer's dream. He demanded the impossible: the missing piece of his kingdom of sins. I stalked the impossible: his humanity. This is our dark tale. When beauty met ugliness. When light met darkness. When heaven met hell. A tale of obsession.

Our tale truly began the day I awoke the heart of a monster. Together, we were more than a tale of obsession. We were the impossible that happened. The scorching combination of two opposite aromas that had stopped battling their desires to plunge into the void together. We were more powerful than love and more lethal than chaos. I had offered the Devil a scent of pure desire, and he offered me his humanity. His shadows bloomed my blackness, stalking to make me his queen in his stygian realm. I was his only weakness, the one he’d burn the earth for, and he was whom I could not escape. In a quest to find his soul, I was exposing myself to an uncertain to flower his light at the price of being consumed by my own tenebrosity. And now, we would have to make a choice, between destruction and redemption, darkness and light, the smell of death lurking in the corners.