Some circles are prisons. The ninth is home.
No one is born a monster. They are shaped by secrets, silence, and the choices no one else could survive.
Behind empires built on blood and power, every smile hides a lie, every promise has a price, and every soul carries a scar too deep to heal.
In a world where loyalty is bought, memories are stolen, and sanity is only an illusion, the line between hero and villain disappears. The deeper you descend, the harder it becomes to remember who you were before the darkness welcomed you.
Some stories end with redemption.
This one begins where redemption
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