BOUND TO THE DEMON LORD
“At first, the prince was still aware of himself… but slowly, the demon took full control. Then came the strange deaths. Unexplainable events. Fear spread through the palace like a sickness.”
Zayla’s eyes widened.
“And… was there a way to stop it?”
“Yes,” the woman replied, nodding once. “But it demanded the painter’s gift. Her late mother belonged to a rare clan, artists whose drawings were not mere images, but vessels of power. Their art could bind, awaken… even imprison.”
She paused, staring into the fire.
“Most in her mother’s bloodline could bring life into their creations. The painter, however, never believed she possessed such power.”
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