Loosely based on the story of Asmodeus, the Demon of Lust, who loved to play with mortals. With Tristan’s unquenchable thirst for her spiraling out of control, he gives into the demon inside and makes an unforgivable mistake one he cannot take back. Tristan unravels as Sara starts to slip out of his grasp and into the arms of another. Only the cursed gift gave Tristan everything he wished for, except for the one thing he truly desired. So much so, they wondered if his looks were a gift from God. It was his ethereal good looks that left others bewildered. Tristan Marcolf wasn’t the run-of-the-mill rich and successful politician. The only person she could never hide from was her adopted brother. She hid herself in the shadows to spare others from the agony she brought along.

But when her previously perfect world turned upside down, Sara became convinced that she was cursed. The theme to Sara’s life used to be that of a princess, one she romanticized. Lace, white, everything frilly and pretty. “Blood was spilled on the holy land, for the worst kind of lust was driven by the desire for God.” It consists of explicit content, dubious, and graphic situations that some readers might find offensive.Inspired by the myths and folktales about Asmodeus from The Book of Tobit. **There are no heroes in this dark PNR series, only villains. The two souls set out to prove him wrong and humble his vanity, but rarely do demons give in without a fight. He had orchestrated the perfect setting to prove to God that humans would choose pleasures of the flesh and materialistic desires over the simplicity of LOVE. With Tristan’s unquenchable thirst for Sara spiraling out of control, the Demon of Lust, Asmodeus, rejoiced in the victory for he loved to play with mortals. Because the cursed gift gave him everything he wished for, except for the one thing he truly desired. Only Tristan suspected that the gift wasn’t from God at all but from the devil.

She hid in the shadows to spare others of the agony she brought along.

“Blood was spilled on the holy land for the worst kind of LUST was driven by the desire for God.”

Lust drethi anis