CHAPTER 27
~~~~~~ The Infernal Gate stood wide. Flames licked the air just beyond the cracked stone threshold, and smoke coiled upward like fingers reaching for Raven’s soul. The very air buzzed with power, ancient and endless, tasting of brimstone, blood, and something older—something that remembered her. She stood at the center of it all—naked, glowing, divine and terrifying. Her wings stretched wide behind her, veins of fire pulsing through the black membrane like rivers of molten gold. The ground beneath her feet sizzled with each step. The infernal heat did not burn her. It recognized her. It bowed to her. Lucien and Dante flanked her, their bodies scarred, their marks blazing on their chests. Their breaths came shallow, but their eyes didn’t leave her. They watched her like believers witnes
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