La Muerte: Mine beyond Life

The universe had many names for the end of things, but She preferred the one that tasted like copper and old velvet- La Muerte.( La Muerte means Death in Spanish)

She was not a skeleton in a shroud, nor a weeping spirit. She was a masterpiece of cold, lethal elegance- Goddess of DEATH -For a hundred thousand years, she ruled the Underworld, judging the wicked with a razor tongue. Sassy in silence and witty in cruelty, she found kings' desperate pleas far more amusing than saints' silence.

But La Muerte had a secret, buried beneath layers of divine frost. Once, she had been mortal. Once, she had bled, loved, and been broken so thoroughly that she chose the throne of Death over the agony of living.

That lingering shadow of humanity drew her to the Di Carlo palace twenty-six years ago. Allies of demons, they paid their debts in blood. On a night when the moon hid from the earth, La Muerte stepped into the chamber of the dying patriarch, Sebastian.

Sabastian didn't ask for his life. He pointed to a cradle. He offered his soul-in exchange for the protection of the last Di Carlo heir.. With a flick of her wrist, she infused him with her Blaze -a fragment of her own primordial power. It would act as a shield, a weapon, and a curse.

"I will name him Lucifer," she had whispered.

The deal was simple. One day, she would return to reclaim it, leaving him a hollow shell to be dragged into the abyss.

Lucifer Salvatore Di Carlo grew into the very monster she had designed. He was the "Devil of the modern Mortal World," a man of savage intelligence and chilling detachment. He did not love. He did not show mercy. He took what he wanted-and the world knelt in terror.

But the Blaze had done something La Muerte had not foreseen. It had created a resonance.

Now, the clock has run out. She had returned to the mortal world.She expects a man to beg for a few more years of sunlight. Instead, she finds a king who has been waiting for her with a throne built for two.