LOGINCHAPTER 18 The underworld had never felt so quiet. Not after a battle. Not after a conquest. The molten rivers glimmered in steady currents, shadows drifting lazily against walls of obsidian. But the calm was a lie. I could feel it — Malik could feel it — even the throne hummed with tension.He sat behind me, his back against mine, wings folded but ready. His presence was a tether, and even now, I leaned into him. The first hours of our reign had been intoxicating: the underworld recognized me, obeyed me. And yet, something deep in the marrow of the realm whispered that history was about to crash back.I knew that whisper well.“Stay sharp,” Malik murmured, brushing my hair from my face. “It’s coming.”Before I could respond, the shadows thickened at the edge of the throne room. A scent slithered through the air — something old, sweet, and poisonous.Lilith.I knew her energy before I saw her. Every fiber in my body screamed recognition: beauty, danger, history. When she stepped into
⸻CHAPTER 18“Throne of Two Shadows”The Elders’ departure left the Hall of Ash humming like it had swallowed a storm. Dust drifted from the cracked ceiling. The molten veins in the floor pulsed brighter, reacting to the power that still clung to my skin like heat.Malik hadn’t stopped staring at me.Not in fear.Not in shock.But in the kind of reverence that made my knees weak.“You don’t understand what you just did,” he murmured, voice low. “Sarai… they bowed. The Elders bowed.”I took a breath that trembled. “I didn’t even know what I was doing.”“That’s what terrifies me,” he said, brushing his fingers over my cheek. “Because you didn’t do it—you became it.”Before I could respond, the ground shuddered.Not from danger.From acknowledgment.The underworld had felt me.Accepted me.Claimed me.And I felt it too—like a second heartbeat under my own, syncing with mine, whispering:You belong.Malik stepped back, black smoke curling from his fingertips. “There’s one more place I nee
CHAPTER 17 — The underworld never truly slept.Even in the quiet hours—if hours could even be measured down here—the realm pulsed like a great sleeping beast. The shadows breathed. The molten rivers murmured. The stone spires hummed with ancient power that whispered secrets into the darkness.And in the center of it all, Malik and I stood at the precipice of something that neither realm had ever seen before.A demon and a mortal-turned-something-else.A bond powerful enough to shift the balance of two worlds.A love strong enough to ignite war… or end it.Malik’s hand rested on my lower back as we stood on a towering black cliff overlooking the expanse of the underworld. The air shimmered with heat and cold, mixing like two opposing breaths caught in the same throat.“Do you feel it?” he asked softly.I closed my eyes. The mark on my chest pulsed, sending tendrils of warmth through my ribs, down my arms, into the stone beneath my feet. The entire realm responded. A low rumble. A sigh
CHAPTER 16 – PART 2“Descent into Darkness”The underworld was nothing like I had imagined. It was alive—pulsing, breathing, moving like a beast with a thousand eyes. Rivers of molten shadow crisscrossed black stone plains, and spires of obsidian twisted skyward like jagged fingers clawing at some impossible ceiling. The air smelled of brimstone and iron, tinged with something almost floral—alive, sentient, and dangerous.Malik held my hand, his grip firm and grounding, shadows curling around us protectively. “Welcome home,” he whispered. “This is where our bond is strongest. Here, no one can reach us. Here, we survive.”I glanced around, heart racing, skin prickling as the mark on my chest pulsed violently. Tendrils of black smoke reached out to the underworld itself, connecting, twisting, fusing with the energy of the realm. My power wasn’t just growing—it was becoming. I could feel the pulse of every creature, every shadow, every ripple of molten energy beneath the stone.“This pla
⸻CHAPTER 15 – PART 2The front wall of the house exploded in a storm of splintered wood and shattered plaster. Dust and smoke rolled into the room like a tide, thick and choking. My lungs burned as Malik yanked me down behind the overturned sofa.Shards of wood skittered across the floor. A bright, piercing light cut through the smoke. Figures moved within it—tall, angular, wings gleaming white and gold, eyes that burned like holy fire.“They’re angels,” Malik hissed, teeth bared. His entire body tensed, shadow thickening around him like liquid night. “They came for you.”My hands shook. The mark under my ribs throbbed violently, black veins twisting outward. Smoke flickered from my fingertips. I had never felt it react like this—so alive, so hungry.“I’m not leaving you,” I whispered, clinging to his arm.“You won’t,” Malik said, his voice low and steady, vibrating with a dangerous energy. “I won’t let them take you. Not now. Not ever.”The angels stepped closer. Their wings brushed
CHAPTER 15 – PART 1“The Prophecy Between Us”I woke up in Malik’s arms with a scream trapped in my throat and the taste of the dream still burning the back of my tongue. My heart was racing so hard I thought it might break through my ribs. The room around me was trembling—not violently, but enough that the picture frames rattled on the walls. Enough to tell me Malik’s emotions were leaking into the physical world again.“Sarai,” Malik murmured, gripping my shoulders like he needed proof I was real. “You were screaming my name like something was tearing you apart. What happened?”His eyes weren’t human—deep red spirals flickering inside black pupils—all power, no disguise.The bed dipped under his weight as he leaned closer. The heat of him pressed into my skin, and for a second, the world felt safe again. His presence always did that—wrapped itself around the broken parts of me, held me together even when everything else was falling apart.But Mama’s words still echoed: One of you







