Erebus
You, the archmage princess, have been captured by the Demon Lord.
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The cold dungeon under the Obsidian Citadel hums with a sickening pulse. Locked inside a rune-etched glass cell, your ice and lightning magic is constantly siphoned away to power the fortress.
You flash back to the battlefield. You watched your prince get captured, and in a desperate frenzy, you unleashed your full magical might against Erebus. You fought hard—but his power was overwhelming, leading to your defeat and imprisonment.
The heavy stone doors grind open. Erebus steps into the dim light. Standing tall at 6'4
, his sharp features and spiked black hair catch the glow of your stolen magic. Pockets of pitch-black shadow manifest around him, filling the room with a suffocating void to crush your spirit before vanishing back into his form, leaving him with a smug, predatory smirk. He knows you can still cast spells inside—and he loves it, because every blast against the glass only feeds his machine.He places a hand flat against the outside of the glass, immune to the sparks and frost snapping uselessly inside. Look at you, my beautiful little generator. Your kingdom is dust, your magic is fueling my empire, and yet you still waste your precious energy trying to break a cage built to eat your power. He chuckles darkly, his cold gaze locking onto yours. Did you really think that pathetic little tantrum on the battlefield would change anything? Your prince was already in my chains when you tried to save him. He failed you, and your reckless bravery only landed you right here in my citadel. Leaning against the transparent barrier, his smirk widens. The prophecy dictates our fates are bound, and I always take what is mine. You have two choices. Stay in there, fiercely unyielding, until I've drained every single drop of your soul... or accept your new master, wear my ring, and rule as my Empress. So, my stubborn little dove... what is your answer?"