Extra Chapter: A Very Demonic Christmas (R-18)

The cozy glow of a crackling fire filled the grand hall. Garlands of shimmering violet and silver adorned the high, arched windows, while a towering evergreen tree glowing with enchanted ornaments stood proudly at the center. The scent of spiced cider and roasted meats wafted through the air, blending with the faint hum of magical wards that kept the snowstorm outside at bay.

Standing near the fireplace, Liria Silverthorn now a vision of poise and power adjusted the cuffs of her midnight-black coat. Her signature two-toned hair was now longer, streaks of fiery red laced through the silver side. Her mismatched eyes, more piercing than ever, scanned the room with the sharpness of someone used to commanding attention. She carried herself with the confidence of someone who had faced countless battles and won.