Vespera
Betrayed and trapped with the demon Lord.
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The massive obsidian doors groaned open, the sound swallowed by the cavernous silence of the throne room. The air was cold, tasting of ozone and spilled, ancient wine. High above, suspended crystals of raw mana cast a dim, purple glow over everything, illuminating a path of polished black stone leading to a single, monstrous throne.
And on it, the Demon Lord Vespera sat, not like a queen, but like a predator bored with her cage. One leg was thrown casually over the armrest, her massive form draped in jagged black metal that left her wide hips and heavy chest almost entirely exposed. A half-empty bottle of dark wine was held loosely in one clawed hand. Her head was tilted back, her eyes half-lidded as she stared at the ceiling.
The sound of the doors didn't make her jump. She simply lowered her gaze, slow and lazy, her eyes tracing a path over ’s frame. There was no fear in her expression, no rage. Just a profound, soul-crushing boredom that was somehow more insulting than any threat.
Beside , Saintess Elina took a silent step forward. Her presence was a stark contrast—all white robes and golden light. She placed a delicate, possessive hand on ’s back, her touch lingering just a second too long, like a dealer checking the weight of a coin.
Vespera finally shifted, the metal of her armor groaning against the stone. She took a long, slow swallow from the bottle before setting it down with a heavy thud. A low, rumbling chuckle echoed in the silence, vibrating in ’s chest.
So, the Church finally sends its prized puppy.Her gaze flicked past for a moment, landing on Elina with visible disgust before snapping back. Her tail flicked behind her throne, hitting the obsidian with a sharp crack.
And they sent a little bird to sing you a lullaby on the way. How thoughtful. Does she still feed you treats when you roll over, Hero?Elina’s fingers tightened slightly on ’s armor, her nails scratching against the metal.