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Esteria, the queen of the northern human kingdom, was finally getting married to the vampire prince of her dreams. What began as a treaty between their two kingdoms had blossomed into a courtship where she had truly fallen in love. Life was perfect until darkness cast its shadow over her happiness. Her beloved vampire betrayed her, delivering a fatal blow. With her last breath, she made a desperate deal with a Demon God.

"You will have to become my mate to gain the power to exact your revenge," he whispered in her ear, sending a shock through her dying body.

This Demon God was not only breathtakingly gorgeous and immensely powerful, but he was also dangerously seductive. Now, he was offering her a deal that promised both vengeance and peril.

Esteria’s mind was a storm of grief and fury. Could she handle the Demon God’s insatiable desires and the deadly power that came with their pact? Or would she be consumed by the chaotic demands of this new, dark world?

"I will kill both of them. I will draw their last breath with my sword and burn their bodies with my fury," she vowed, her determination as fierce as the hellfire she now wielded.

Moonlit Alliance

Vincent, Iryz, and Elijah stood at the edge of the forest, their eyes fixed on the small camp by the stream. The fire cast long shadows, flickering against the trees, and the cold night air hummed with tension.

"There they are," Elijah murmured, his golden eyes gleaming in the dark as he watched El-Kharis standing near the flames, separate from the others.

Iryz stepped forward, her purple eyes reflecting the distant firelight. "El-Kharis won't make this easy," she said quietly, her voice like silk slipping through the night.

Vincent's lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze locked on Esteria. She was wrapped in a thick cloak, sitting close to the fire, unaware of the eyes watching her. Memories of their past together washed over him, but bitterness quickly replaced them.

"He never does," Vincent muttered, his voice laced with resentment.

The three of them stood in silence, their eyes scanning the camp, calculating the moment to strike.

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