The Hidden Threads

Evelyne's mind swirled with the weight of Azrael's words.

A forgotten blood pact.

A history erased.

A fate she never chose.

She gritted her teeth, trying to steady her breath. "If my father didn't know, then who did?"

Azrael's gaze flickered with something unreadable. "The answer may lie in the past."

Evelyne clenched her fists. "Then tell me everything."

Azrael studied her for a moment before nodding. "The first Demon King and the human queen sealed their pact not just with blood but with magic. A spell so ancient that it bound their fates across generations."

Evelyne swallowed. "What kind of magic?"

Azrael hesitated. "Forbidden magic."

The words sent a chill through her.

Forbidden magic—something powerful enough that even demons feared its consequences.