THE PROPHECY UNVEILED

Prologue

In the deepest recesses of the Underworld, where shadows ruled and silence reigned, there was a secret that had been buried for centuries. It was a truth that even the oldest demons feared to speak aloud, a prophecy as old as the Underworld itself. And for Kieran, the Demon Lord who commanded everything beneath the earth, it was a truth that would come to haunt him in ways he could never have anticipated.

The ancient texts, written by forgotten beings who had long since perished, spoke of a girl. A human girl-fragile, ordinary, yet bound by blood to the very forces that threatened the existence of everything Kieran had built. Her role in the prophecy was as inevitable as the rising of the sun, yet no one could ever have foreseen how her presence would shape the fate of the Underworld.

For centuries, Kieran had ruled without challenge. His power was unmatched, his control absolute. He had crushed rivals, slain those who dared to defy him, and sat atop his obsidian throne with the certainty that nothing-no force, no being-could ever threaten his reign. But this prophecy... this girl... she was something different. She was not a weapon that could be wielded, nor a rival that could be vanquished. She was the key to a force beyond his control, a force that had the power to undo everything he had worked so hard to build.

He didn't know how yet, but he knew she was out there. The prophecy had been set into motion, and fate had already begun to pull him toward her. The very fabric of his existence seemed to tremble with the knowledge that, for the first time in centuries, something beyond his control was coming. And he had no choice but to face it.