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Hell was not a place of fire.
It was a kingdom.
A kingdom ruled by fear, power, and blood.
Mountains of black stone pierced the crimson sky. Rivers of molten souls flowed like veins through the land. Demons knelt across endless plains—not in worship…
…but in terror.
On a throne carved from the bones of ancient gods sat one being.
His eyes glowed like collapsing stars. His presence alone crushed the will of millions.
He was not born a king.
He became one.
Ruthless.
Unchallenged.
Absolute.
Demons whispered his name with dread.
King Diablo.
The strongest Demon Lord.
The one who devoured the throne itself.
Yet…
In the human world…
He had another name.
A name spoken softly by only one person.
Demos.
And to her…
He was not a king.
He was simply hers.