Nora's POV
Power erupts from my fingertips as I thrust my hands forward. Black and crimson wings unfurl behind me while violet hellfire pours from my palms. The flames cascade to the cobblestone floor, racing outward and consuming everything they touch. Two types of fire merge together, the red flames of this realm blending with the blue flames of the Underworld to create something both deadly and breathtaking. Raw energy crackles and hisses from the inferno.
"I am the Queen of Hell," I declare through clenched teeth, feeling the crown of hellfire materialize around my head. The weight feels perfect, natural. With my wings spread wide, I finally feel complete.
This is exactly who I was meant to become.
Born from shadows and light. Conceived in love yet shaped by hatred. This moment, this purpose, is why I exist.
