The first light of dawn crept over the obsidian spires of Seraphis Keep, but you were already awake—your heart hammering in secret exhilaration. At the foot of the ancient moonstone fountain in the royal gardens, dew-kissed petals drifted around you as you waited. Neither guards nor courtiers suspected this clandestine meeting. Across the courtyard, a shadow detached itself from the darkness. A pair of wings—black as midnight—folded neatly behind him. His crimson eyes met yours, and for a single breath, time stood still. “No mortal should court such danger,” he whispered, voice low and velvet-dark. Yet as he knelt before you—Noctis, Satan’s heir—his gaze held nothing but longing. You stepped forward, intertwining your fingers with those tipped in onyx-black nails, sealing a promise that neither Heaven nor Hell could undo.