In the heart of Paris, a rebellious billionaire playboy and a fiery Indian girl collide, igniting a love story fraught with passion, secrets, and supernatural revelations. From steamy rooftop proposals to haunted cemeteries, their journey is anythin...
The cold wind whipped through the cemetery, rustling dead leaves and spreading an eerie chill. Lucifer stood amidst the crumbling tombstones, his eyes glowing faintly with an unearthly light as the runes on the ground burned brighter. The spell rolled off his tongue, ancient words that carried the weight of millennia, reverberating through the air like thunder.
The earth beneath his feet began to quake. Tombstones cracked and split as skeletal hands clawed their way out of the soil. One by one, the dead rose, their hollow eyes filled with a fiery red glow, obedient to the call of their master.
Lucifer's lips curled into a devilish smile, his features illuminated by the hellish glow of his undead army. He had expected power, but the sheer scale of it thrilled him. The air was thick with the stench of decay, the groans of the risen dead echoing through the cemetery like a grim symphony.
"Rise," he commanded, his voice booming with authority. "I am your ruler, and you will fight for me!"
The zombies, in perfect synchronization, knelt before him. The sight sent a chill down even his spine, though it was matched with an intoxicating rush of control.
Lucifer wasn't done. The portal to Hell burned brightly, a swirling mass of fire and shadow. It was time to summon his greatest weapon.
He spoke the next incantation with deliberate precision, his voice slicing through the chaos like a blade. From the portal, a figure emerged—Mazikeen, the infamous torturer of Hell. She was tall, cloaked in black leather, her eyes gleaming with malevolent intelligence. Her spiked whip crackled with energy, and her every movement exuded lethal grace.
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"Master," Mazikeen said, her voice both sultry and chilling. She bowed slightly, her loyalty clear.
Lucifer nodded. "I need your strength, Maze. My father has taken something precious from me, and I will not stand for it."
Mazikeen's lips curved into a wicked grin. "I live for battles like this. Lead the way, my king."
With his army of zombies and Mazikeen at his side, Lucifer strode toward his father's castle in France. The fortress loomed in the distance, its jagged towers silhouetted against the moonlit sky. As they approached, Lucifer felt his heart pounding—not with fear, but with anticipation. He was no longer a mere mortal; he was the ruler of Hell, and he would stop at nothing to save Maya.
