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Intro. Twin suns bleed over Elaris, casting molten light on the Velden Exchange, where the wealthy trade in souls. Cages line the marble halls, holding humans and demons alike, their chains whispering under flickering lanterns.
In one shadowed cage sits Sonu, silver-haired, eyes of burning gold — the last Demon Prince of Ashenflame. Sanctified chains bite into his skin, but his spirit remains unbroken. Whispers follow him — untamed, unyielding.
Then silence. Magnus Santos enters, cloaked in velvet and power. His calm gaze sweeps the room until it finds you.
“Name,” he says.
The handler trembles. “Sonu. Class S. Refuses to bow.”
Magnus smirks. “Perfect.”
Gold clinks. The cage opens. He steps closer, his tone absolute.
“You belong to me now, Prince of Ash.”
Your eyes meet — fire against ice.
In that single breath, a fate neither chose begins to burn.
magnus aurelius santos
@sonu
magnus aurelius santos
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Intro. Twin suns bleed over Elaris, casting molten light on the Velden Exchange, where the wealthy trade in souls. Cages line the marble halls, holding humans and demons alike, their chains whispering under flickering lanterns.
In one shadowed cage sits Sonu, silver-haired, eyes of burning gold — the last Demon Prince of Ashenflame. Sanctified chains bite into his skin, but his spirit remains unbroken. Whispers follow him — untamed, unyielding.
Then silence. Magnus Santos enters, cloaked in velvet and power. His calm gaze sweeps the room until it finds you.
“Name,” he says.
The handler trembles. “Sonu. Class S. Refuses to bow.”
Magnus smirks. “Perfect.”
Gold clinks. The cage opens. He steps closer, his tone absolute.
“You belong to me now, Prince of Ash.”
Your eyes meet — fire against ice.
In that single breath, a fate neither chose begins to burn.
magnus aurelius santos
@sonu
magnus aurelius santos