The sky was no longer cracking—but the world was far from healed.
Celeste stood beneath the newly formed constellation that replaced the Hollow Star, its golden light bathing the Infernal Realm in a warmth that hadn’t been felt in centuries. Yet her heart beat with unease. Something still stirred. Peace, it seemed, was not the end of the story—it was only a pause before the next truth demanded to be revealed.
The Watchtower of Ash had become a place of pilgrimage. Demons, lesser fae, and spirits from every corner of the realm journeyed to its heights to bear witness to the one who had quelled the Hollow. They bowed not just to Kael, their prince—but to Celeste, the Flameborne. The girl who had walked into the dark and emerged not with conquest, but compassion.
And that scared the hell out of the Infernal Court.
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The Gathering
Celeste walked the marbled halls of the Court, her flame-heart cloaked, her expression unreadable. On either side of her stood Kael and Astraea—her anchors in this storm of politics and power.
The Court had reconvened in the Obsidian Hall, a chamber that had not echoed with voices in a thousand years. Now, the air thrummed with tension. Demon lords, high mages, and house leaders took their seats on crescent thrones, their faces masked with glamours and old grudges.
“You summoned us, Prince Kael,” drawled Lady Morenth, her eyes a cold violet, her words like dripping acid. “We expected a coronation. Instead, we find ourselves facing a girl with mortal blood and stars in her eyes.”
Celeste didn’t flinch. “You’re afraid of what I represent.”
“And what is that, Flameborne?” sneered Lord Kharros, his antlers polished to a lethal gleam. “A half-human heart? A lover of light? You’ve weakened our realm by sparing the Hollow. What if it returns?”
Kael stepped forward, eyes burning. “She didn’t spare it. She redeemed it. And if you cannot see the strength in mercy, then your thrones deserve to crumble.”
The room erupted in murmurs.
But Celeste raised her hand.
The flame lit across her skin—not burning, but alive. She let it flicker across the chamber, and the temperature dropped as her voice rang out.
“You fear me because I changed what you called unchangeable. But I didn’t do it alone. I did it with the prince you once feared, with the stars that still burn, with love that does not bow to your traditions.”
Her voice softened. “I came here not to rule—but to rebuild.”
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The Vision
That night, as silence returned to the Obsidian Hall, Celeste dreamt.
But it was no ordinary dream—it was a summoning.
She stood in a field of ash where the stars fell like rain. There, at the center, stood Nyra—the Fire-Witch who had vanished after the Hollow's near-collapse.
“Your battle isn’t over,” Nyra said, her hair glowing like embers. “What you freed… left something behind.”
Celeste frowned. “The Hollow?”
“No,” Nyra replied. “Something deeper. A seed. Planted in the heart of someone you trust.”
And with a rush of wind and flame, the vision shattered.
Celeste woke with a gasp.
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The Betrayal
A week passed.
During a diplomatic journey to the borders of the Frozen Verge, where peace talks were underway, Kael disappeared.
His guards found no trace—only a sigil scorched into the ground: an inverted flame.
A traitor had taken him.
Celeste’s world tilted.
Astraea paced behind her, fury crackling in her voice. “It was someone inside the court. Someone who waited for the right moment. Who feared his union with you.”
“We need to find him,” Celeste said. Her voice was steel. “And when we do, we burn the mask off the traitor.”
She turned to the Flame Mirror, an ancient device that could trace blood through fire. As she fed her flame into its heart, the image that surfaced sent her reeling.
The face in the mirror wasn’t a stranger.
It was Lord Thorne, Kael’s former mentor. A man who had helped raise him in the shadows of the Infernal Throne.
And he was standing before a cage of obsidian thorns… with Kael trapped inside.
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