Destruction Of Kingdom

While Seraphine gently opens her heart to Valen, in the shadows of her softness, he is still the same possessive and vengeful creature. She doesn't know the moment he read the letter - saw her tears, the ache in her heart - he snapped.

Night falls with deceptive peace. Seraphine, wrapped in linen and moonlight, sleeps in her bed, her breath soft, her expression for once unburdened. But in Valen's eyes, there is no peace. Only rage. Only her tears burned into his memory.

He stands by the balcony, his body bare to the night air, filled with darkness only he understands. The letter lies crumpled in his fist. Her family's words... apologies masked in gratitude, claiming they couldn't do anything. That they were grateful that she protected their people.

As if she was a sacrifice.

As if they had not chained her to a crown and called it love.

His fangs pressed down until blood wells inside his mouth.

Then, wordlessly, he disappears.

The Ruin :

The kingdom of light sleeps beneath a sky heavy with stormclouds. But it isn't rain that falls first - it is feathers. Black and gleaming. Raven wings eclipse the moon, and in their wake, death descends.

Valen walks through the gates like a phantom wrapped in fury. Cloaked in a Royal mantle soaked in Seraphine's scent. Every step he takes is for her. Because of her.

Lights extinguish themselves. The guards don't even have time to scream.

Stone towers crumble under his magic like children's toys. Churches dedicated to the 'goddess of light' shatter in explosions.

He doesn't rage. He executes.

His eyes are hollow except for the image of Seraphine's broken smile etched in his mind. He sears their palace into a grave of ash. But Valen is silent, face calm. His soldiers obey him like shadows, tearing down the Kingdom of Light and Thorne brick by brick, heart by heart.

And at the center of it all, he watches it burn, hand extended-palm up- as if offering the flames to Seraphine herself.

Throne room of Kingdom Thorne - Evander's palace :

Amid the wreckage of once glorious palace, Valen walks through the cracked marble halls like death personified. Smoke coils around him, a cloak of ghosts whispering Seraphine's name.

Evander, battered and bloodied, stumbles back from the throne, sword trembling in his grip. His voice is hoarse, accusing :

"I left Seraphine...just like you said. You gave me your word - if I let her go, you'd spare us. You promised. "

Valen moves forward, slow and deliberate. The flames throw his sharp features in sharp contrast - his eyes gleam with something feral.

He laughs - soft, dark, bitter.

"I'm not a hero, Evander, " he says, stepping closer until they're only inches apart.

"I never promised salvation. I don't care for honor or oaths. "His voice drops, thick with venom and vengeance.

" I'm a villain.... the kind who would break every word, every rule. The kind who would set kingdoms ablaze and crush them to ashes - for My Woman. "

Valen grabs Evander by the throat, slamming him into the crumbling wall behind the throne.

"You left her thinking it would save your legacy. I took her - because she is mine. "

Evander gasps, rage and realization flashing in his eyes. "You never meant to spare us-"

Valen bares his fangs, "No. I meant to end you. "

And with one swift motion, his claws tear through flesh and bone, ending Evander where he stood.

Valen lets the body fall. His voice quiet, nearly a whisper :

"Thank you....for being a coward.

Your betrayal gave me her heart. "

The blood on Valen's hand had long dried, but the fire in his eyes hadn't.

The palace burned behind him. An empire reduced to embers. Screams had faded. The wind carried only the crackle of fire and ash.

His boots echoed against the stone as he walked through the ruins - slow, unhurried, like a king who had all the time in the world. He passed the shattered stained glass where Seraphine's image once stood, as a princess, glorified as a crown. He stopped for a moment, eyes tracing the pieces scattered on the ground.

"They never deserved you. "His voice was a low whisper. " They never saw the woman beneath the sword. "

He moved again, hand brushing the stone walls that had once caged her. His eyes burned with the ache of memory - every moment she'd spent her. Unloved. Unseen. Only used.

But not by him.

Never by him.

He stepped out into the courtyard where the garden once bloomed. Now it was ash. He tilted his head back toward the moonlight, a crimson glint in his eyes.

"You're mine now, Serenyth, "he murmured, lips curving in something dark, something possessive. "And no one will ever take you away from me again. "

The wind howled around him, but he walked through it like a ghost born of vengeance.

With each step, the past crumbled behind him.

And ahead - only Seraphine waited.

His light. His salvation.

His obsession.