Titania stumbled back, her pale, distorted face illuminated by the pink sky. Pure horror swirled in her wide green eyes as they reflected Mab's slender body.
Her dark gothic dress fluttered as she planted her fists on her hips. A cruel smile split her regal face, her purple eyes blazing with millennia-old unappeased hatred.
The former queen of fairies, the deadly queen of magic... has returned. And she was not alone.
Not only was the white-haired demon standing beside her, but another man was here, as well.
A glance at his fierce, horned helmet and spiked abyssal knight armor sent a shudder down her spine. If knights represented light, his attire whispered that he was their antithesis.
But it was his blue eyes that forced her to gulp drily. They sparkled with cold, murderous intent and unsettling glee. She knew this gaze. The gaze of a murderer who enjoyed butchering living beings like sheep—someone who would strangle life itself if he could.
