Cursed by the Dark Prince
The air crackled around him, the world trembling under his fury.
When he reached the gates of the divine, the light blinded him. But he didn’t stop.
He slammed his fist into the gate, shattering it like glass.
Behind it, the gods appeared—figures of pure radiance and arrogance.
Kael looked up at them, his voice calm, deadly quiet.
“Give her back,” he said.
The eldest god sneered. You dare command us, mortal?
Kael smiled faintly. “I was never mortal.”
He spread his arms wide. His curse burned like wildfire, his veins glowing red. “You made me to destroy. You built me to end worlds. So that’s what I’ll do—starting with yours.”
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