The Vampire Realm had grown quiet.
Not the kind of quiet that came from peace. The kind that came after you've built something too perfectly. A hum of magic in the air. Crystal towers lined the skyline of the capital, floating lanterns casting golden light across the glass roads. The sky above was eternal dusk, a deep violet that never shifted, as if the realm itself had learned not to interrupt.
Lucifer sat on the throne—not the old stone thing they used to drag in for executions. This one was blacksteel, curved into an open crescent with crimson runes pulsing along the arms. He rested his cheek on his fist, legs crossed, cloak loose over one shoulder. His eyes were half-lidded, not bored, not tired. Just… done.
A map hovered in front of him. Not just a map—an interface. The one only he could see. The one that tracked the shift in power across the multiverse. And on it, something new had appeared.
New Earth.
Perfect. Controlled. Untouchable.
