The Heavenly Demon of Terror

Roselle's POV

The throne room was draped in shadows, where starlight never dared linger. The walls pulsed with ancient power—dark, divine, and broken beyond mortal comprehension. I sat atop the Crown of Silence, a throne forged from voidglass and devoured time, legs crossed, fingers playing absentmindedly with a thread of darkness that danced between them like smoke.

Then Kaisel entered.

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His face was tense, his violet robes torn at the edge—clear signs he had sprinted through half the Obsidian Palace to reach me.

"Speak," I said, not bothering to look at him.

"My Queen," he said, bowing low. "Vez'kar has fallen."

I blinked once, my eyes still fixed on the dark swirl between my fingers.

"To whom?"

He hesitated.

"Kaisel," I warned, my voice now colder than the void between stars.

"To Samuel Gebb."