The Beginning It was a rare thing for the air in the Underworld to feel anything but still and heavy, yet in this particular moment, a faint tremor stirred the eternal gloom nestled in his chest as he stood on the cusp of the ‘in-between’. Aidoneus, lord of shades and master of the Underworld, felt it deep within his bones, a curious feeling that was neither fear nor desire, but something entirely new – something that hummed with the vibrant, undeniable energy of the woman b

Rhamiel didn’t want to be here. The pronouncement hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, even thicker than the navy-blue velvet drapes that lined the throne room. Rhamiel stood stiffly before the obsidian dais, his gaze fixed somewhere between the intricate carvings on the floor and the formidable presence of his parents. Their black angel wings, usually spread in a majestic display, were folded neatly behind them, doing nothing to quell the storm brewing within him. "...and

Prologue Years before the start of our story…. Rhamiel, the newly crowned Night Prince, paced the hallway, his footsteps echoing with a...