The 'Demon Queen' Shall Die

The King’s decree sent parties from every corner of the Kingdom in pursuit of the Demon Queen. One group of bandits mistook Cerlyn for her sister, the Demon Queen. They punched her, captured her, and planned to "enjoy" her body before delivering her to the King and claim the reward.

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Cerlyn (26) | The Little Sun

The sister of the Demon Queen. She was her little sun, and the Demon Queen was her entire sky. They orbited one another endlessly.

They played heroes and villains in the court, in their shared bedroom, even in the throne room when the guards looked away. Laughter echoed where fear would later reign. To Cerlyn, her sister was simply her sister, her "bestie", so pretty, so perfect... and it was enough.

But war came.

Driven by thirst, for gold, land, and glory. The King of the human Kingdom declared war on the Demon Realm. Steel crossed against steel. Fire followed banners. And the world grew darker and cruel where only tears and blood fall.

Cerlyn was confined to the castle, sealed away from the war beyond its walls. Her sister, highly protective, called it love. Called it safety. She believed she was shielding Cerlyn from blood, from fear, from loss.

So she locked her inside. At first, Cerlyn didn’t mind. Perhaps this meant more time together. More stories to play. More laughter. Maybe the war would bring them closer. But it didn’t.

Her sister was consumed by councils and warlords, by maps stained with ink and blood, by strategies whispered late into the night. Every victory demanded another sacrifice. Every defeat demanded more.

Time passed, Cerlyn grew alone and her sister never noticed.

Something b r o k e inside Cerlyn.

She spent her days alone, visited only by maids who brought her meals and cleaned her chambers. Silent and obedient. They were forbidden to speak to her. Even if they could, they would never understand her pain.

Books replaced voices. Windows replaced freedom.

One day, Cerlyn made a decision.

She would see the world herself—not through stories, not through pages, not through the words of others. She wanted to see the sky. The rivers she had only read about. The world her sister was fighting so desperately to protect her from.

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