The night sky was shrouded in a lifeless gray. The blood-red glow of the moon had vanished, and in its place returned the original pale light—silent and cold—casting a grim sheen across the desolate lands outside the Royal Satanic Stronghold in Bình Chánh.

  From above, Trang descended slowly, her feet barely disturbing the deadened air.

  Her obsidian phoenix wings stirred gently, spreading a deathly chill that crystallized the atmosphere like a cloud of liquid nitrogen. Frost formed in real time, climbing up blades of grass and suspended in the mist like white smoke from the underworld. This cold wasn’t born of night winds—it was a force deeper, older, and far more fatal. It chilled not the body, but the soul.

  The moment her bare feet touched the earth, the spatial-temporal magic circle beneath her vanished—silent and absolute. Her wings folded into another dimension, hidden but ever-present, ready to be summoned again.

  Each step she took sent a tremor through the ground—not from weight, but from killing intent.

  She was no longer the girl they once knew.

  Her long black hair flowed like woven silk, reaching down to her waist. Her bronzed skin shimmered beneath the moonlight as if gilded in molten gold. Her warrior's physique, perfectly sculpted, radiated both elegance and strength, forged by fire and shadow. Her face—delicate yet commanding—held the gravity of a goddess.

  And her eyes…

  The left iris swirled like a galactic black hole, a vortex of space speckled with stars spiraling inward.

  The right—an ancient clock with twelve Roman numerals—turned slowly like enchanted gears, ticking softly… softly… echoing within the minds of all who dared meet her gaze.

  No one dared speak.

  Then her voice rang out—low, steady, and regal:

  – “Your daughter greets you, Father.”

  She bowed before Satan.

  The Demon King did not hide the blazing pride in his obsidian eyes.

  – “Rise… my daughter,” he said as he stepped forward, lifting her to her feet with his own hand.

  – “You are the Queen this dark world has awaited for over a millennium.”

  Behind him, Arian, the Grand Matron, H?ng Nhung, and every elite guard of the Royal Satanic Mafia dropped to one knee, their expressions a mix of awe, devotion, and disbelief.

  – “Welcome… the Phoenix Princess of Hell.”

  Deep within the illusion-veiled French chateau of the ?à L?t stronghold, the command center glowed with an eerie green hue, emitted from dozens of high-tech monitors lining the walls.

  On the main screen, Trang—the newly awakened Dark Queen—stood before Satan, her transformation complete. Her powers of space-time and the manifestation of the black phoenix wings had cast the entire room into breathless silence.

  Erion, seated in his jet-black leather throne, stared intently at the projection.

  His cold face—once still as obsidian—began to crack ever so slightly, as though recognizing a reflection... from the same abyss from which he was born.

  – “Space, time… and the flame of absolute zero,” he muttered under his breath.

  “She’s not just similar… She is my mirror. A phoenix forged to balance the dragon. Both born of the same core.”

  Opposite him, Din had leapt from his seat.

  – “She’s just like you, Commander. The only difference… is her biological gender!”

  His voice trembled—not from fear, but from sheer awe.

  A low-ranking demon analyst at the side of the room bowed deeply, his voice careful and subdued:

  – “My lords, based on our bio-energy scans and structural data… we can confirm she is not human. She lives on Earth—but her physiology is anything but mortal.”

  – “Her magic, her cellular composition—everything about her aligns with what we call energy-forged lifeforms, a classification reserved only for Demon Kings and high-level Abyssal entities like the Commander himself.”

  Din nodded thoughtfully, stepping toward the holographic console.

  – “Unless… she too was forged like you were. A being sculpted in the Black Core of Hell. Or at the very least… one who is tied to it.”

  He turned to Erion.

  – “We must uncover her Earth identity. If she has lived here, there should be records—documents, citizenship, traceable history. But the most critical part… who are her biological parents—or her creators?”

  Erion said nothing at first. Silence gripped the room as he slowly stood, crimson eyes narrowing with purpose.

  – “Sweep every civil registry database from the past thirty years across Southeast Asia. Focus on orphan cases, disappearances, and subjects with undocumented origins.”

  He turned toward the Bloodline Laboratory, deep within the chateau.

  – “I want to know who she is… where she came from… and whether our destinies are linked.”

  The analyst spoke up again.

  – “We’ve locked satellite surveillance onto the old villa in District 2, Saigon. That’s where the Satanic energy wave originated. We’ll begin our trace from that location.”

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  Din nodded in approval.

  – “Smart move. We’ll relocate to District 2 under the guise of foreign investors. Time is critical—Satan already has the advantage.”

  Erion's crimson eyes narrowed further, gaze drifting into shadow.

  – “Then prepare everything. We leave tomorrow. I won’t let that old devil outmaneuver me again.”

  A destined journey was set in motion—a turning point for the Black Diamond, who had remained dormant for a millennium.

  At a traditional house in District 3—its architecture a seamless blend of Vietnamese soul and Han dynasty elegance—Sage V?nh and the ancient white serpent Trúc Di?n dwelled in silent vigilance. Tonight, however, the air had thickened—like the fog of a ghost festival’s midnight ritual.

  In the second-floor tearoom, V?nh sat cross-legged before an ancestral altar. His right hand moved steadily, calculating the celestial stems across his knuckles, his eyes dark and contemplative.

  – “First was the Demon King, Satan... Then, this noon, at D?ng’s villa, a second high-tier demonic energy wave surfaced—one we couldn’t identify. And now...”

  His eyes narrowed into slits.

  – “Another wave has emerged. That makes three. Three chthonic forces… all of Sovereign Class… now walking among mortals.”

  Behind him stood Trúc Di?n, who had returned to his ancient bestial form—a Celestial White Serpent of a thousand years.

  His body shimmered with scales of pearl-white jade, glowing with nacreous sheen. His eyes—emerald and slit like an ancient predator—glowed with inner frost. His breath curled with cold, flowing like a sacred stream beneath ice.

  He stepped toward the window, gazing upon the full moon casting silver light over the tiled rooftops of Saigon.

  – “Three Sovereign-tier demons… and yet none of them leave traces. They hide well. We still have no current readings for Satan, and the two others remain completely unidentified.”

  His voice was calm, but as sharp as a blade drawn across black steel.

  Sage V?nh stepped beside him, gaze fixed toward the eastern heavens.

  – “We must uncover the secret that D?ng’s family has been hiding. That secret… I am certain… centers around the girl named Trang. She may appear human, but her aura—it is bottomless. Foreign. A chasm unknown to the mortal realm.”

  Trúc Di?n nodded slowly, his serpentine eyes flashing like twin blades in the dark.

  – “She is no ordinary girl. I’ve yet to meet her in person… but as a millennium-old beast, I can feel it—her energy is no less than Satan’s himself.”

  V?nh placed a firm hand on the altar, voice low yet resolute:

  – “Tomorrow morning, a trusted disciple of mine—trained in geomantic law and skilled in legal tracing—will arrive. He works as a civil investigator and lawyer, specializing in uncovering hidden records. Through him, we will begin unraveling the roots of this tangled fate.”

  Outside the window, the full moon bore witness to the unease. A cold wind drifted by—whispering of a night that had only just begun.

  Within the fortified stronghold of Bình Chánh, hidden beneath its impenetrable illusion barrier, a new light surged through the air—an energy of sacred awakening.

  The Dark Empress had risen.

  In the central grand hall, elite shadow agents—demons forged into human form through ruthless training in the void—stood in perfect formation, their heads bowed in reverence as Trang entered.

  – “Welcome, royal sister. From this moment forward, you are a true blood of the Satanic Royal Line.”

  Arian stepped forward, his usually stoic face now softened with pride. Beside him stood H?ng Nhung, the gentle fairy and future sister-in-law to Trang, eyes filled with emotion.

  – “Is that really you, Trang...? Is it truly you?”

  Trang approached, grasping her best friend’s hand firmly.

  – “It’s me. I’m still your Trang... your oldest, dearest friend.”

  H?ng Nhung pulled her into an embrace, holding close the girl she had secretly protected for years.

  – “We’re finally... a real family.”

  Trang turned to face Arian, her crimson eyes swirling with unstable energy.

  – “Yes. A family... the strongest and most invincible in all of hell.”

  From the throne above, Satan let out a booming laugh, deep and thunderous like the drums of war shaking the air.

  – “Tonight, we feast! My agents—you are free to drink and devour to your fill! Set your duties aside—for this is the celebration of the Dark Empire’s First Empress!”

  A thunderous roar erupted across the chamber:

  – “Hail the Dark Lord! Hail Princess Trang!”

  The scene turned jubilant and wild. Moments later, everyone moved to the great dining hall, where rows of fragrant Vietnamese dishes—prepared by demon-chefs disguised as 5-star culinary masters—were lavishly displayed.

  In the center of the grand room, Trang sat cross-legged on a heavy, dragon-carved ebony throne from the Tr?n Dynasty era. Lord Nhan and the ancient Grand Matron sat beside her.

  Trang held a phone in her hand, gazing at an old photo—C?u D?ng’s family. In it were M? Linh and her three spoiled daughters: Anh ?ào, Anh Th?, and Anh Ph??ng—the very people who had once cornered her like prey.

  Her crimson eyes flashed cold.

  – “I remember it well... M? Linh and her daughters once accused me of stealing a diamond ring. It was just an excuse—to throw me out of that house like a stray dog.”

  She gripped the phone tightly.

  – “Father is already punishing Anh ?ào. As for me… I shall deal with M? Linh—the beloved wife of C?u D?ng.”

  Satan’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. He raised his hand into the void, and from the swirling black mist emerged the Velkhanis Mirror—a sacred artifact woven from the threads of shadowed dimensions. He handed it to his daughter with solemn reverence.

  – “I grant you full command. This mirror is tethered to all spatial planes. It can physically manipulate, cast illusions, or embed fear directly into the minds of targets—no presence required.”

  Trang nodded slowly. Her palm rested gently on the glass surface. Her voice—was ice:

  – “If Anh ?ào melts in her own skin… then M? Linh will see twisted hallucinations in every meal. She won’t dare eat again—until despair consumes her. Starved. Haunted. Devoured from within."

  A heavy silence spread through the banquet hall—then shattered into deafening cheers like blades striking obsidian altars.

  A queen had been crowned.

  At the mountain stronghold in the pine-covered hills of ?à L?t, Erion—the infamous Black Diamond of Sovereign Rank—could not sleep. Not after witnessing, with his own eyes, a woman who bore the same command over space, time, and the zero-temperature flame that defined his very existence.

  He paced back and forth across the war chamber. His steps were sharp, precise. But the storm behind his crimson pupils betrayed the chaos within.

  On the massive curved screen, satellite footage looped endlessly: Trang’s transformation under the full moon. Every time her blood-red eyes emerged—or when the space-time sigil blazed beneath her feet—Erion stopped for a beat, frozen. Then resumed walking, each step louder than before.

  Seated comfortably with a chalice of blood-red wine, Din sighed and shook his head.

  – “Commander… we still have to prepare for the mission to Sài Gòn tomorrow. If you keep pacing like this, I might get motion sickness without even moving.”

  A junior demon guard nearby stifled a giggle behind his palm.

  – “Why doesn’t our Commander just go meet her already? Or better yet… challenge her to a duel and see who’s stronger?”

  Din grinned devilishly, instantly chiming in.

  – “He’s got a point. But what if—after the duel—you don’t come back, Commander? What if you stay in Sài Gòn for... other reasons?”

  Erion stopped dead in his tracks. Slowly, he turned his gaze—those blood-ruby eyes flashing with barely contained fury. He raised a single finger toward the onyx statue of himself standing in the center of the war room.

  A thin beam of violet-black energy surged forward.

  – CRACK!!!

  The statue shattered—splintering into hundreds of jagged shards.

  – “Don’t push me to madness... not after a thousand years.”

  His voice was low, cold, and dangerous as the deepest fault of hell.

  He inhaled deeply, drawing power inward. Then, with absolute resolve in his tone:

  – “I will go to Saigon. I will confront the old devil… and the girl.”

  He turned sharply to face Din and the imp, his tone hard as diamond:

  – “While I prepare—continue digging into her origins. That girl is no pure human… I can feel it. If she was born like me… then our meeting is destiny, not coincidence.”

  Din and the young demon exchanged a look—then turned toward Erion.

  He stood before the glass window, staring into the night. His blood-ruby eyes no longer burned with fury—but with something quieter. Older. More fragile.

  They said nothing.

  They simply smiled.

  A new age had begun.

  And the coldest lord in all of hell...

  ...was about to learn what it meant to feel.