The world burned.
With Lucian defeated and humanity fractured, nothing stood in the way of Emerald and Salister's reign. The cities that once glittered with human pride became blackened husks, their towers draped in ivy and crimson banners stitched with the sigil of the Blood Queen.
Emerald and Salister were worshiped like gods among their kind, adored not only for their power but for their love. They walked hand in hand through conquered streets, unafraid, unopposed, their figures framed by the moonlight as though the night itself bowed to them.
For the first time in centuries, Emerald was free. The chains of iron and sigil were gone, replaced by Salister's arms around her waist.
To the world they were monsters. To each other, they were salvation. Their kisses were fire and frost, their laughter echoing in courts soaked in blood. He was her anchor, she his tempest.
And humanity? Humanity was nothing more than prey scattered across a darkened earth.
