Two kinds of blood dripped onto the altar—one black, belonging to the Demon King, and the other crimson red, belonging to his human bride. When the altar had absorbed enough of both, Luca brought his wounded palm to Kelsey's, allowing their blood to mingle freely.
Kelsey felt no pain, yet she knew—instinctively—that something profound was occurring between those two completely different bloodlines.
The altar beneath their feet flared to life, glowing the same deep red as Luca's eyes. The brightness was so intense that Kelsey was forced to shut her eyes.
"I hereby declare the bride and groom officially bound as husband and wife," a noble demon announced. "Long live our new queen!" His roar was followed by the mass's voice.
"Long live Northern King! Long live Northern Queen!" Cheers erupted—but only from nobles loyal to Luca and those who had chosen to stand at his side. The rest remained silent. Their gazes burned into Kelsey, filled with open disgust and undisguised hatred.
