MasukThe infernal throne room in the heart of hell was still, the flames licking the walls with quiet fury. Lucifer sat upon his throne, his crimson eyes focused on the ever-burning portal before him. He waited, poised and confident.He could already imagine the victory. The fall of Stella, the rise of Lucian, the scream of light smothered beneath the heel of his dominion as darkness dominated the warty. All that remained now was the announcement of the good news, Stella’s defeat, and the total subjugation of earth.A devilish grin crept across Lucifer’s face. "It is done," he whispered to himself.But then, the flames in the portal sputtered. The throne room dimmed. The endless screams of the damned quieted to a whisper. Lucifer narrowed his eyes in confusion, afraid. "What is this?" he growled.Suddenly, a massive quake rocked the chamber as cracks burst through the tiles, glowing with molten red light. Flames flickered wildly. From the shadows, his remaining lieutenants, lesser demons a
Somewhere between the rift of reality and existence, the void stood still, a realm neither light nor dark, untouched by time. It was very well hidden from the eyes of men, the place where memories of Lucian and Stella was imprinted in all the corners of the realm. " You only have one simple task, son. Destroy that girl today," Lucifer’s voice echoed within his consciousness. And yet, his chest ached with a strange heaviness that no darkness could soothe. He had readied himself to go to Earth, to find her among humans and end the will of his mind. But just as he stepped through the gate meant to bridge hell to earth, he was intercepted. A shadow slithered. "Kairo," Lucian growled in confusion. "You were supposed to lead the way!" Kairo subconsciously shivered. He had never seen his master eye to eye, yet today he had the courage. "Change of plans, master. She’s already waiting." Lucian narrowed his eyes. "Waiting where?" Kairo's hand glowed with energy, and with a single thru
In the dungeon, the moment the insect vanished, Elizabeth’s head snapped to the side, her body slumping limp against the cold stone. The remnants of her magic had drained completely from her the moment she had created the messenger. She had known it was risky to do that because of the little energy she had left, but she had to do it. That was the only way she could make things right, and she no longer cared about the consequences. The ancient council, watching through their scrying orbs from their tower chambers, erupted into alarm. "She's fading!" one cried. "Summon the healers! Let's get her to the medics!" another shouted. Within moments, a portal opened in the centre of the chamber. Council agents stepped through, their cloaks billowing as they rushed to the dungeon. The door to Elizabeth's cell flung open, and the room was flooded with light. "She's barely alive," murmured one of the agents, placing fingers against her neck. "Quick, stabilise her! Otherwise, we will los
The small insect darted through the trees, its wings glowing faintly in the dark silent night. Though small, it moved as though drawn by a force beyond this world. It passed over forests and fields until it reached the quiet little town nestled between two hills, on the outskirts of the city, at Morgan’s home. It hovered briefly outside the window, then slipped through the narrowest crack in the frame silently. The living room was dimly lit, silent and dusty. Morgan sat in a worn armchair, his head tilted back, eyes closed, lost in thought. He hadn’t been sleeping well in the past few days. Dreams had haunted him, memories and nightmares that weren’t his, voices he didn’t recognise whispering things he didn't recognise. The insect landed on the floor silently, its body radiating strange energy. Then, slowly, its form began to change. The glow from its wings intensified, and its limbs elongated. The shimmer turned to skin, her silver hair flowing like silk. In seconds, the insect w
The dungeon was damp, layered with the stench of decay from years of disuse. Water dripped from cracks in the stone walls, pooling on the uneven floor. On the floor, the stones were rough and cold making Grandma Elizabeth shiver to the cold. Her head lay on her side, her hands tied behind her back with enchanted iron chains that cut her skin every time she tried to move. Her wrists were raw and bruised, and each small shift sent a wave of agony up her arms. The chains were inscribed with ancient runes that sapped her strength to keep her subdued. She slowly opened her eyes against the harsh rays. Her breaths came in shallow and slow gasps making her feel as though she were drowning in the thick darkness of the cell. In the distance, she could hear the scurrying of insects, creeping closer and every so often, she felt the brush of their legs against her dehydrated skin. She clenched her teeth, forcing herself not to scream. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction, watching her s
The sword felt cold, even through the minion’s thick, clawed hands. Its blade shimmered with a subtle red hue mirroring Lucifer’s intent. The dark aura surrounding it whispered death. One of Lucian's trusted minions stared into its cruel shimmer, something unexpected flickered in his eyes, a memory. Not his own, but one etched deep in his mind through countless battles fought at Lucian’s side. He had seen his master bleed, seen him fall to his knees for Stella. He had watched as Lucian defied all odds to protect the woman who had captured the core of his soul. He remembered the moment Lucian gave up his immortality for her safety. The day he almost perished just to breathe life into her broken body. And now, he was to hand Lucian the weapon that would slit her throat? He gripped the hilt tighter, hiding the tremble in his fingers. "A fine blade, my Lord," he said flatly, bowing to Lucifer. But his voice lacked the reverence the others wore like armour. Lucifer didn’t notice. He ha
Stella and Morgan stood by Lucian's bedside, they had had him transferred from their grandma's secret room to one of the guest rooms. Their gazes were unwavering as they monitored every flicker of his unconscious state. Lucian lay motionless, his vital organs stable but his consciousness was yet to
It was around ten in the morning when Stella and Morgan finally woke up. They didn't have any recollection of how they had slept last night. The only thing that they could remember was their grandmother's last words before everything had gone dark in their mind. "Stella, I know you both have a lot
Surprising why Stella did not take the wounded guy to the hospital? She would not afford his medical expenses, and he might die before being attended to. She was very sure she could combine her scientific knowledge of medicine with her grandmother's ancient treatment to save his life. Grandmother E
In a secluded corner of the bustling city, under the dim glow of a street lamp, Stella stood confused about where she was supposed to go, not after she was chased away from her family's mansion. She was always the outcast in her family, and friends, not like she had any anyway, never quite fitting







