Two years, it's strange how time can blur, especially with everything that's happened since then. So much has changed, and in so many ways, I have too. A year ago, I took up the mantle as Captain of the Demon Soldiers.
That was a day I'll never forget, not just because of the magnitude of it all, but because of the people who stood with me.
The ceremony was everything it should have been: intense, powerful, and, admittedly, just the right amount of intimidating. The entire realm seemed to have gathered to bear witness.
Demons from every legion, members of the court, soldiers of every rank—all watching as I took the oath to defend, lead, and uphold the strength of our people. The hall was a sea of sharp, attentive eyes and an almost tangible expectation.
I'd prepared, trained, given every ounce of myself to earn this title, and yet, standing there with all of them watching, I felt that rush of nerves all the same.
