The next planet was called Silvaron, known across the galaxies for its unmatched beauty—crystal cities, skies painted in eternal twilight, and people sculpted by divine elegance. But beneath the beauty was weakness, and Seraphine saw it before they even landed.

  Eternal had little interest in Silvaron. He offered Seraphine a simple command: “End it.”

  She accepted with a smile.

  Lunara watched her descend like a comet wreathed in blue flame, her presence rippling through the atmosphere. Silvaron’s people looked up, stunned—not with fear, but awe. Her beauty paralyzed them. Her voice, when she spoke, was music.

  > “Bow,” she said softly.

  And they did.

  At first, Seraphine walked among them, observing. Their kings brought her diamonds. Their queens kissed her hands. Their soldiers disarmed themselves without hesitation. She felt adored, worshipped, and something inside her shifted—deepened.

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  Then came the moment of revelation.

  As she touched one of the planet’s princes with a kiss, his soul fractured—not in death, but in surrender. He collapsed to his knees, eyes glowing blue, no longer a person but a loyal slave.

  Seraphine laughed, and it echoed like a thousand harps.

  > “I see now,” she whispered. “This is my gift.”

  One by one, she kissed the strongest, most beautiful, most desirable of Silvaron’s people. Each kiss enslaved them. They marched behind her in shimmering robes, eyes burning with devotion. When rebels resisted—priests, mages, and defenders—they were seized and devoured by her new court. Their mouths did not bite—they unmade flesh, drinking souls like wine.

  Seraphine’s aura evolved.

  Wings of midnight silk unfurled from her back. Her eyes turned silver and violet, swirling like a storm of stars. With a whisper, she could seduce even the air itself. And her new power came with a hunger.

  She stood before Silvaron’s capital, raised her hand, and called forth a storm of light. Not fire, not shadow—pure charm. It melted cities into glass. It made enemies kiss the ground. The planet collapsed, not from war… but from love turned poison.

  By the time Eternal and Lunara arrived, Silvaron was a broken jewel floating in space, surrounded by dozens of Seraphine’s “Beloved”—her beautiful, enslaved army, floating like angels in orbit.

  Eternal looked at her, impassive.

  > “You went beyond the order,” he said.

  Seraphine curtsied, grinning. “I improved upon it.”

  Lunara narrowed her eyes. “Are you building a kingdom of your own?”

  Seraphine’s voice was like silk wrapped in steel. “I build only for him… but if I must rule in his name, so be it.”

  Eternal studied her. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then:

  > “Keep your army. Keep your hunger. But do not forget… I devour gods. I will devour queens too.”

  Seraphine bowed, half in fear, half in ecstasy.

  > “Of course, my love.”

  She returned to her court, her kiss now a weapon, her heart darker than before.