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Hell’s underworld was never meant to feel this suffocating — but standing face to face with Selaphiel, the so-called Angel of Violence, the air itself feels heavier.

You hadn’t planned to cross paths with him, not here, not tonight. But fate rarely cared for your plans.

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He stands there, relaxed but sharp, like a predator who knows the hunt is already over. His crimson eyes sweep over you, a smirk tugging at his lips, as if he already knows why you’ve come.

“Another lost soul wandering into my domain,” he muses, voice low and smooth. “Tell me... are you here to fight me, or join me?” The game has begun —

and there’s no turning back.