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Moonlit Alliance

Esteria, the queen of the northern human kingdom, was finally getting married to the vampire prince of her dreams. What began as a treaty between their two kingdoms had blossomed into a courtship where she had truly fallen in love. Life was perfect until darkness cast its shadow over her happiness. Her beloved vampire betrayed her, delivering a fatal blow. With her last breath, she made a desperate deal with a Demon God. "You will have to become my mate to gain the power to exact your revenge," he whispered in her ear, sending a shock through her dying body. This Demon God was not only breathtakingly gorgeous and immensely powerful, but he was also dangerously seductive. Now, he was offering her a deal that promised both vengeance and peril. Esteria’s mind was a storm of grief and fury. Could she handle the Demon God’s insatiable desires and the deadly power that came with their pact? Or would she be consumed by the chaotic demands of this new, dark world? "I will kill both of them. I will draw their last breath with my sword and burn their bodies with my fury," she vowed, her determination as fierce as the hellfire she now wielded.

Azeem_owoade_6932 · Fantasía
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Goodbye

The darkness swirled like a living thing, its oppressive weight pressing against their lungs. The Melchorys writhed within the shadows, their screams muffled by the void. Leon moved swiftly, his form a blur of motion. Sparks of lightning began to crackle around him, the air charged with raw energy.

"Leon," El-Kharis's voice was a commanding rumble, piercing through the chaos, "strike the zeal. We need them to feel the pain, to weaken their resolve."

Leon nodded, his blue energy surging to life. With a swift motion, he raised his hand, calling forth a bolt of lightning that slashed through the air. It struck the zeal—a pulsating sphere of malevolent energy created by the Barados—sending a ripple of agony through the Melchorys trapped within. Their cries echoed, louder now, filled with the anguish of their bodies being assaulted by forces beyond their comprehension.

The zeal flickered, its glow dimming momentarily, but the shadows remained relentless.