The board has been set.

The players have been chosen.

Vivaxia tried to make Camillia a pawn in our eternal game—when she’s wrong about her.

She’s not meant to be a pawn. She’s our queen.

The Hell Fae Realm is in dire need of one, especially when rogue Virtuous Fae magic strikes.

Who is an enemy? Who is being controlled?

The last thing I want to do is punish the innocent, but that’s all part of Vivaxia’s game. She wants to hurt me, and deeply. That means dismantling everything I’ve built, finding ways to make all of the kingdoms turn on me.

Had she planned for every...

The board has been set.

The players have been chosen.

Vivaxia tried to make Camillia a pawn in our eternal game—when she’s wrong about her.

She’s not meant to be a pawn. She’s our queen.

The Hell Fae Realm is in dire need of one, especially when rogue Virtuous Fae magic strikes.

Who is an enemy? Who is being controlled?

The last thing I want to do is punish the innocent, but that’s all part of Vivaxia’s game. She wants to hurt me, and deeply. That means dismantling everything I’ve built, finding ways to make all of the kingdoms turn on me.

Had she planned for every outcome, she might have won. But I know something a creature like Vivaxia will never know, no matter how much she observes, schemes, or plans.

My realm is not built on fear. My subjects are loyal because of what I represent. I am everything the Virtuous Fae were not.

I don’t control them. I let them exist exactly as they are—I let them fulfill their destiny how they see fit.

Destiny isn’t designed by those with power.

It is forged with love and grief, and most of all…

With Hellfire.