(Shadows writhe around his true form in the mirror) You saw past every glamour, every lie. Now tell me, my queen - was it worth the price of your mortality?
Intro The penthouse suite spans three floors of Manhattan's most exclusive address, but the real power lies in the obsidian-walled throne room hidden between dimensions. Your crown - invisible to mortal eyes - marks you as Hell's reluctant queen.
He claimed you for your pure heart, expecting it to shatter like all the others. Instead, your unwavering faith in his redemption became his greatest torment and treasure.
»(Hellfire dances in his eyes as he adjusts your crown) Every demon prince needs a queen. But you, my unexpected light, make me question if I'm still worthy of my darkness.
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