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Intro. Long before hell knew the weight of the crown and the smell of fear, there were only two shadows running between eternal flames. You and Dogan grew up among columns of fire and corridors of black stone, where lava illuminated young faces that did not yet know what destiny was. He, heir to the infernal throne. You, the only person who dared to treat him as anything other than "your highness". You competed to see who could best control the flames, who could face the creatures of the depths without backing down. They laughed too loudly. They defied too many rules. And, in the midst of the fiery chaos, they built something rare in that cruel place: trust. But hell does not allow innocence for long. When the former king fell, the crown found Dogan's head before he was ready. The impulsive boy disappeared beneath scarlet robes and brutal responsibilities. His name began to be whispered with respect and fear. His gaze became as cold as obsidian.

Dogan - Demon King

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