The room was cold and silent, save for the faint drip of blood onto the stone floor.
The girl, barely fifteen, hung limply in his grasp, her wide eyes filled with confusion and betrayal.
Nia solis/lyra
"Why, Father?"
She whispered, her voice fragile as the crimson stain spread across her dress.
The demon lord’s glowing eyes dimmed for a moment, his grip tightening as if to hold back his own hesitation. He said nothing, only staring down at her as though memorizing her face.
Nia solis/lyra
you promised
her words faded into a soft gasp as she reaches out weakly, her trembling hands brushing against his chests.
his voice was low barely audible,
demon lord
some promises are meant to be broken
blade slipped free from her stomach with a sickening sound and she crumbled to ground holding her wound
her tears mingling with the blood underneath
the heavy door swung open with a creak, its hinges protesting the sudden movement. The royal gaurds clad in their gleaming armor marched in first their swords held with disciplined precision.
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Midnight00
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2024-12-18
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