[Location: Unknown Forest, First Hell]
[Zeraphira Baelgorath's POV]
My name is Zeraphira, the first daughter of Amon—the Satan of Wrath.
That title should mean everything. It should place me above all others in the hierarchy of Hell, a living embodiment of fire, fury, and destruction. My father is the storm of molten rage that no one dares challenge, the furnace that consumes armies and kingdoms until they are nothing but ash. His will is law, his name a weapon, his fury a crown. And I, his daughter, should have been his legacy.
And yet—
And yet, I was born hollow.
A husk.
When others of Wrath's bloodline manifested rivers of fire, I could summon nothing more than sparks that died before they touched the ground. Where my siblings roared and destroyed, I stumbled and faltered. No talent. No affinity. A reservoir of Demonic Energy so pitiful it was whispered about in court, the laughter hidden poorly behind sharpened teeth.
A disappointment.
A shame.
Even my father hated me.
