The day the Queen of the Desolate Lands disappeared was marked by a somber silence that spread like a plague throughout the underworld. Her departure left an immeasurable void, and her trail was a path of dense energy—still palpable but increasingly distant. Faced with this, the king plunged into a despair that soon became a destructive obsession, dragging everyone around him into a cycle of pain and destruction. His presence, once calculated and imposing, had become unpredictable. In his delirium, his eyes reflected the fury of a devastated heart.
Lilith, the daughter and princess, watched everything in silence. She did not possess the same humanity her parents once had, but something in her essence allowed her to understand, at least partially, what the absence of her mother meant. A strange sadness haunted her, an unfamiliar sensation for a being like her, yet still painful. She knew her mother had departed in search of peace, perhaps even to escape the cycle of suffering that defined her existence. It was an absence that weighed heavily.
On the other hand, her father had become a mystery to her. Although the connection between them was strong—a kind of bond that transcended the physical and mental—Lilith couldn't help but feel a slight repulsion when she saw him lost in his madness. The king, in his frantic attempt to bring back the queen, had sacrificed entire human cities, consuming their souls and transforming their bodies into an army of the dead. Lilith recognized her father's power, knew that if she wished, she could rival him and perhaps even surpass him. But the bond that united them made any direct confrontation impossible; after all, he was her progenitor.
Time passed, and the king's delirium only worsened. Each day was a battle against reality, and at times his sanity flickered like a small flame, only to be consumed by darkness once more. In one of these rare moments of lucidity, the king took the black stone, still charged with the energy of souls he had absorbed in vain attempts to save his queen. He gazed at the stone in his hands, feeling the weight of all those who had been sacrificed in the name of an impossible desire.
The stone seemed to pulse, emitting a faint glow as if it were alive. He felt that this last reserve of energy could be used for a final purpose, a desperate attempt to preserve the legacy of his lineage. Amid his delirium, he had a vision of Lilith. The strength she possessed—so immense and overwhelming—could eventually lead her to the same dark fate as the queen. The prospect of losing his daughter to the same madness that had taken his mother made the king hesitate. He knew he needed to act before it was too late.
In that moment, he made the decision that would change the destiny of his own lineage and the underworld. With the stone still in hand, the king made his way to the chamber where Lilith rested. She watched him approach with an undefined expression, her penetrating eyes trying to understand what was happening. Even without speaking, there was something in her father's gaze that told her this would be a farewell.
He approached his daughter and placed the stone in her hands. A shockwave coursed through Lilith's body. She felt the accumulated power in that artifact, the energy gathered from all the consumed souls. Before she could react, the king murmured a few words, an ancient incantation he had learned in past times, and a cold light emanated from the stone, enveloping her. In an instant, Lilith felt her own strength diminish, as if a part of her being was being forcibly extracted.
The stone's energy pulsed, growing more intense, while Lilith's power was sucked and sealed within her. Her body resisted, and she tried to comprehend the reason for such betrayal. She felt her anger grow, but something in her gaze found her father's intention, a flicker of sanity that seemed to say, "I am doing this for you." She stared at him one last time, and in his expression was a mix of surprise and a deep sadness that only a monarch devastated by loss could express.
When the ritual was complete, Lilith was consumed by the stone's darkness. Her body became paralyzed, her soul trapped for a moment. Then, she felt a profound void around her, a stream of cold air that enveloped her and pulled her from the underworld. The king's magic had been finalized, and with it, Lilith was exiled from the only world she had known. Her power, now sealed, would not be a threat to the underworld or any other realm, but it also left her vulnerable—a shadow of what she once was.
After his daughter's exile, the king returned to the throne. His final decision had cost him what remained of his humanity. He felt empty, a broken shell, but without the solace of death. In that last selfless act, he had finally abandoned what remained of his emotions and memories, and all that now filled his being was an unrelenting hunger for pain and destruction. He had become an entity of pure hatred, a force that wandered the underworld without purpose beyond destruction.
Rumors soon spread: the Queen of Darkness, Liliam, had never been seen again since her departure, and the King of the Desolate Lands had plunged into an irreversible state of ruin. Legends about superior beings began to fade, as the shadowy figures that once dominated underworld stories were no longer part of tangible reality. The voices of mortals, who once mentioned the monarchs with reverence and fear, began to fall silent, and the underworld, once an empire of power and terror, became a forgotten whisper in the wind.