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800,000 years ago, the world burned in the war between gods and demons.

At its center stood two beings—Leonhardt, the King of Gods, and Aetheria, the Female Demon Emperor. Bound by fate, torn apart by war, they defied the heavens for a love that should never have existed.

But in the end, they lost.

Betrayed. Sealed away. Forgotten by time itself.

Now, 800,000 years later, the world has changed, yet the echoes of the past remain.

Leonhardt Valerian Everhart, heir to the mightiest Grand Dukedom of the empire, is no ordinary child. Beneath his cold, ruthless exterior lies the soul of the once-supreme King of Gods, reborn with one purpose—to break the seal and reclaim what was lost.

But he is not the only one who remembers.

Aetheria Nyx Lunaris Solis, daughter of the Sun God and the feared Queen of the Moon and Stars, walks the divine realm as the most powerful demigod. She, too, seeks to break the chains of fate—to reunite with the one she lost.

Neither the gods nor the empire can comprehend the storm that is coming.

The world may have forgotten their names.

But soon, all shall remember.

The Sealed King will rise once more.

And the Night’s Queen will rule by his side.

The Sealed King and the Night’s Queen

Chapter 15: The Night's Queen

The world spoke of her in whispers, in prayers, in fearful reverence. She was a myth woven into reality, a legend given form. The Ruler of Night, the Moon's Queen, the Sun God's one and only daughter—the Night's Queen.

She was the silent judge of the wicked, the unseen executioner of those who thought they could deceive the divine. To worship the Sun God with a tainted heart was to invite the wrath of the Moon. None could escape her gaze, and none who bore evil within them could claim the Sun God's light.

Some feared her. Some worshiped her. But all knew her.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale glow upon the towering peaks of an isolated mountain range. In the heart of this forgotten land, hidden away from prying eyes, a lone figure stood beneath the celestial expanse. Her presence commanded the very night itself, bending the shadows to her will, cloaking her in an ethereal glow.

The world knew of her power, but none knew her purpose. None knew that behind her cold, divine existence lay a secret she would never reveal. A truth buried beneath centuries of silence.

She was searching. Struggling. Fighting.

The seal that bound him—the only one who mattered—had not weakened. Even after years of relentless effort, even after wielding the very forces of the heavens and the abyss alike, the shackles remained unbroken. She had devoured ancient texts, shattered the barriers between realms, and scoured the echoes of time itself. Yet, nothing.

Her violet eyes, specked with silver light, reflected the moon's brilliance. But tonight, they were cold.

She exhaled slowly, standing atop a jagged cliff that overlooked an abyss bathed in moonlight. Around her, the ruins of an ancient temple lay in silent decay, a relic of a time before the gods had fallen, before the war that had torn them apart. The remnants of an era that should have never ended.

With a flick of her fingers, the air shimmered. Symbols of celestial origin spun in a complex pattern, forming a gateway unseen by mortal eyes. It pulsed with power—her power—but still, it was not enough.

Her gaze darkened. Still not enough.

The night trembled as she released a sliver of her magic. The ground cracked beneath her feet, and the ruins groaned under the weight of her fury. She clenched her fists, her aura burning like a cold flame—moonlight with a touch of the sun's wrath.

How long must I wait? How much longer until I tear apart these chains?

The silence offered no answers. The stars remained indifferent, and the gods, if they still watched, gave no guidance.

She would not stop. She could not stop.

Far away, across vast lands and endless skies, she knew he was there. She could not see him, could not reach him, but she knew.

And he was trying, just as she was.

Their struggle was the same. Their purpose, unshaken.

Aetheria closed her eyes. The night bowed before her, the stars whispering in reverence. The world feared her, yet none truly understood the depths of her devotion.

The Moon would never abandon the one she had chosen.

And one day, the seal would break.

Chapter 15: The Night’s Queen