ZARIYA The only truth that matters is the one you shape with your own hands. The rest is just noise. |
The hall itself was a former mansion that Zariya had appropriated for this exact purpose. Lavish drapes in deep crimson adorned the walls, while black marble floors reflected the flickering light of chandeliers above. It was a perfect blend of elegance and menace, a place fitting for the queen of the night to host her guests. She stood at the head of the room, her eyes sweeping over the crowd as they filtered in. Daemons, Vampires, Werewolves, even some fallen Nephilim, all leaders of their respective factions, each representing a different underworld dynasty that had carved its own bloody path to prominence.
Zariya’s expression remained cool, but inside, she was calculating every move. This wasn’t just a party, it was a political battlefield. The Crime Lords who entered this hall were not just here to share drinks and pleasantries. They were here to test her, to see if she was worthy of the alliances she sought, and if they could benefit from her rise to power. And in return, Zariya needed them. The coming war against the church and rival factions would not be won through sheer will alone. Power demanded numbers, strategy, and unity, however fragile that might be.
The room grew quieter as Zariya stepped forward to address the gathering. She stood in atop the grand balcony, her black attire nearly blending into the shadows cast by the lighting. Her presence demanded attention, and as the murmurs ceased, all eyes turned to her.
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