DARK FLAME: RISE OF DEMON PRINCESS

🖤 Chapter 1: Birth of Darkness

In the deepest pit of the underworld, beneath the crust of forgotten realms, a demon king named Dracula stood in front of the blazing altar of his god—Saitan. He begged not for gold, not for kingdoms, but for power. A power so devastating, so eternal, that even time would bow before it.

But Saitan... had different plans.

He gave Dracula a child—not a son, but a daughter.

A girl.

Dracula roared in anger. “A girl?! You dare mock me, Saitan?!”

But the sky split open with Saitan’s thunderous voice:

“This girl is your fate. Deny her... and doom shall follow. For this child shall not walk in shadow. She will become the shadow itself.”

Shaken but powerless, Dracula accepted her. He named her Angelina.

From her very first cry, the world trembled.

At age 10, she was no ordinary child. Her laughter silenced cities. Her tears drowned armies. And when her rage was unleashed—entire nations disappeared into ash.

At 20, her count was already 10 million souls. At 25, over 100 million had fallen.

She did not fight for land. She fought for silence. She wanted a world where no one would dare to defy her—a world of perfect darkness.

She rose as the empress of Black City, a land where the sun never rose. Every building was forged from obsidian. Every wall whispered the cries of those who died resisting her.

But somewhere, far across the cursed seas, twin cities stood firm—Golden City and Silver City. They were not just allies. They were blood brothers, ruled by two kings of noble blood.

And from their bloodline... came a boy.

A boy born not out of fear, but of hope.

His name... will soon be whispered across realms.

But that’s a story for another time.

For now... the world belongs to Angelina.

And she is far from merciful.

“If she is darkness... who will dare become the light?”