The Demon Capital pulsed with energy. Black spires curled toward the clouds like talons. Rivers of molten light glowed crimson in the streets, reflecting the bonfires of celebration. Tens of thousands of demons chanted in unison, shaking the obsidian walls with their thunderous cheer.
"LONG LIVE THE DEMON QUEEN!"
"LONG LIVE THE DEMON KING CANDIDATE!"
Rei stood in the middle of the colossal coronation hall, heart hammering, sweat sliding down the back of his neck.
He wore robes so heavy with embroidery, gold trim, and enchanted gemstones that he could barely move. His sleeves dragged across the floor like rivers. A crown—not even the real one yet, just the ceremonial waiting crown—rested awkwardly on his head.
He whispered through clenched teeth: "This isn't happening. This is not happening."
[System Reminder: It is happening. Please smile for the audience.]
[Remember, posture is important. Look less like a hostage.]
