Deep within the Palace of Darkness, where the walls were draped with flayed skins, there existed a wing no one dared to enter… the Chamber of the Seven Knights.
Inside, beds were scattered like thrones of lust, and upon each one lay a knight drowned in their own animalistic pleasures. Human bodies, yet grotesquely twisted: warped limbs, black veins bulging beneath pale flesh, and beautiful faces half-consumed by nightmare-like deformities.
Their loud laughter, ragged breathing, and the sound of flesh colliding with flesh filled the chamber, as though the entire room had become a stage for corruption itself.
Then suddenly… the door creaked open.
Silence fell as though death itself had entered the hall.
Standing at the threshold was Centaurus, towering and imposing, his glowing eyes like twin embers burning through the darkness. He watched them in silence. A single moment was enough to freeze the blood in their veins.
Every knight stopped instantly. Tangled bodies separated in panic, ragged breaths died in their throats, and their faces twisted into absolute terror.
In one motion, they descended from their beds and knelt before their master, foreheads pressed against the cold floor, their trembling voices rising together like a sacred chant:
"Our lord… Lord of Darkness… we belong to you."
A cold smile spread across Centaurus's face. His deep voice shook the chamber walls:
"Yan is moving… and her followers gather around her. Your time has come, Seven. Leave her alive. I want her humiliated before those she loves."
As the seven knights knelt in a single line before him, Centaurus walked slowly among them, his gaze burning like fire upon anyone foolish enough to raise their head.
He stopped before one of them—a woman of haunting beauty despite the deformity consuming half her face. Her long hair cascaded like strands of midnight, and her crimson eyes remained fixed upon the floor, too afraid to look up.
Centaurus lifted her chin with iron-like fingers. A merciless smile crossed his lips as he leaned toward her slowly… his lips brushed hers, not with love, but like the branding mark of ownership itself.
A muffled gasp escaped her. Her entire body trembled, as though her soul understood that this moment was the final erasure of whatever freedom remained within her.
With one hand, Centaurus shoved her onto the stone bed behind her. The impact was nearly silent, yet the walls themselves seemed to shudder in fear of his dominance.
He stood above her for a moment, staring into her trembling eyes before turning toward the other knights and declaring in a voice as cold as ice:
"You are mine. Your lives, your desires, your bodies, your souls… all belong to me. You will move only by my command."
Their heads lowered even further. Some no longer dared even to breathe.
As for her, she remained motionless upon the bed, unable to move, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of terror and fatal attraction.
Centaurus raised his hand from beside the throne, his long fingers like the decree of an inescapable fate. His deep voice echoed through the hall like thunder:
"Go… the time for your mission has come. You will capture Yan and her family… and there will be no forgiveness for failure."
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