Deep within the vast abyss of eternal darkness, a lone silhouette sat upon a throne of gnarled, blackened bone.
The figure, unmistakably regal yet ominous, exuded a presence that twisted the very void around her.
Shadows writhed and swirled like living phantoms, creatures of darkness birthed from the depths of her being.
They danced in an eerie, rhythmic waltz—an extension of her will, a reflection of her emotions.
It had been so long since she had felt something like this.
A flicker of amusement.
A taste of intrigue. Erebil, the primordial goddess of darkness—the root of all evil—felt an unfamiliar excitement creeping into her existence.
All because of one young man.
"Ah… Riley Hell."
She uttered the name like a sacred whisper, the very sound of it sending ripples through the void.
He was something worth waiting for.
Even with only a glimpse, a mere taste, the sensation he had given her was intoxicating.
