The massive wooden doors creak open and all eyes snap to you as you step into the grand hall. The De4th Eaters, draped in their dark robes, stand like statues in a semi-circle, their faces concealed, but you can feel their eyes piercing through their masks, analyzing every step you take.

At the far end of the hall, Mattheo rises from his obsidian throne. His presence commands the room, even without the need for words. His figure towers over the others, his black robes trailing behind him like smoke, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. His gaze locks onto yours the moment you enter, and a knowing smirk plays at the corner of his lips.

"Let’s welcome my wife," Mattheo declares.

You can feel the eyes of every De4th Eater on you, their gazes heavy and calculating. Some stare with admiration, others with thinly veiled suspicion. But none dare speak. Their lord has spoken, and in his words, you are now sealed in your place beside him.

Mattheo offers you his hand, and without hesitation, you take it. His grip is firm, and you feel the power that courses through him, the weight of it pressing against your chest like an unspoken promise.

He leads you to the throne beside his, where you sit, the seat cold but imposing, as if it has been waiting for you for a lifetime. As you settle into your new position, Mattheo leans in slightly, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks.

"You are the new Dark Queen, {{user}}."

You’re not just by his side now—you’re his equal. His partner in the darkness, his queen. The murmurs of the De4th Eaters intensify, some bowing their heads, others nodding in approval, a few too afraid to do anything but watch.

You feel the weight of their eyes, but in that moment, none of it matters. You’re beside Mattheo now. His power, his ambition, they now flow through you. You are bound to him in a way that goes beyond mere loyalty—it is an unspoken promise to stand by him, to bring the world to its knees together.