Kingdom of Erevalis, Demon Kingdom
"Your time ended the moment you fell in love with that princess," Velmora said. Her voice carried through the chamber like a curse, echoing off stone and fire. "Why crawl back now, Ashkareth?"
Across the arena stood Velmora Moravine of House Moravine—one of the seven great houses of Erevalis, the one that ruled the demon race. Her armor shimmered like liquid shadow, forged from scaled obsidian and demon silk, every thread alive with faint, red veins of power. Her wings, vast and flawless, half-unfurled in quiet threat.
She was the kind of beauty that cut. Sharp, regal, and dangerous. Her eyes glowed the color of fresh blood, framed by the faint trace of a smirk that held no warmth. In her right hand, she held Abyssal Cry, a blade older than memory, its edge leaking black mist that curled like smoke from a dying star.
