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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

The dark silhouette of El-Kharis's former home grew smaller and smaller beneath them as they soared through the night sky. The wind whipped past them, carrying with it the lingering scent of ash and cold stone. Esteria could feel the tension radiating off El-Kharis, though he remained silent, his gaze fixed straight ahead as if locked in his own thoughts.

Esteria glanced down at the house once more. It felt like a grave marker, a place full of memories he wished to bury but couldn't quite forget. She understood that. Pain like that never truly vanished—it just found new ways to linger.

They flew in silence for what felt like hours, though it was likely only minutes. When they landed back in the safety of his palace, the difference was stark. The air here was lighter, and yet, as they walked through the grand halls, Esteria could sense the weight still pressing down on him.

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