(Aria POV)
The Demon King
Lucy’s knife clattered to the floor as she stumbled back.
“You— you cannot be here! This is not your realm—”
The Demon King didn’t even glance at her.
His gaze locked straight onto Aria.
“Mine.”
That single word echoed like a decree across worlds.
Before Aria could react, a wave of dark power swept across the cottage, dissolving Lucy’s curse symbols and pinning her to the ground.
She screamed as invisible chains bound her.
The Demon King raised a hand, and black shadows appeared.
“Silence.”
Her mouth snapped shut as if sewn by shadows.
He turned to Aria.
“You are not dying today.”
And before Aria could speak, could breathe, could even blink—
He teleported.
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Aria woke up gasping.
Silk sheets.
Black velvet canopy.
A balcon
