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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 · Fantaisie
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Leon escorted Esteria back to her room, the silence between them heavy with the echoes of their earlier sparring session. The walk through the quiet corridors gave her time to process everything—the fight, Adrian's condition, and the weight of her responsibilities. By the time they reached her door, the exhaustion was beginning to settle in.

"Thank you, Leon," she said softly, offering him a tired smile.

"Anytime, Esteria," he replied, his tone gentle. He gave her a nod of respect before turning to leave, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he disappeared from sight.

Once alone, Esteria closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, letting out a slow breath. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candlelight casting shadows across the walls. She moved to the center of the room, her fingers absentmindedly reaching for the hem of her clothing.