Chapter 189

Author’s POV

The Demon King-

Deep within the underworld, a place untouched by sunlight and mercy, the Demon King sat upon his throne of black stone and bones. He sat still as death itself, one arm resting lazily against the skull-carved armrest, the other tracing faint lines through the air above a vast pool of dark liquid before him. The surface rippled with visions of the mortal, flashes of a girl with eyes too familiar.

Sienna.

He watched her through the pool, his expression unreadable at first. But the longer he stared, the more that mask cracked. Beneath the mask it was hunger. Grief. Madness. He looked like he wanted to devour her completely but she was too far from his reach

“Impossible,” he murmured, voice low and rare, a sound that could make even monsters kneel. “And yet…”<