Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1062

Chapter 1062: The Flame Descends

She returned through the veil and the mortal sky did not notice.

A single golden thread fell from the upper air, too high for any satellite to read, too small for any mortal eye to catch. Then she was in the atmosphere, wings burning low, her form compressed to a pinpoint of celestial flame cloaked so tightly that even the wind she displaced forgot she had passed.

She became invisible.

Her heart was set.

The Source had spoken. She had carried the speaking out of the Hall the way a vessel carries water—without spilling, without questioning, without looking down at the shape of what she held. The question still lodged in her chest, a quiet thorn.

Thorns could be endured. Wardens endured many things.

They did not endure failure.

She would not fail.

She spread her senses.

The way a goddess spreads her senses—not looking, not searching, but being. Becoming the air over the mortal sphere she had been dispatched to cleanse.

Her awareness unfurled across the western edge of the continent in a single unhurried breath, and California opened beneath her like a page she had already memorized and was only turning out of courtesy.

It was small. So small. A sliver of coast, a spine of mountains, a desert that remembered when it had been seabed. Twelve seconds of inattention would have sufficed to map every living heart inside it.

She took one second.

And found them.

The creature first.

That was always the easiest—the white sun, the divine furnace, the pulse of impossible growth that no concealment could hide. Seraphiel’s awareness touched her and recoiled, the way a hand recoils from a surface too hot to rest on.

Her divine senses to ignore that abyssal radiance had not dulled the shock.

But the creature was muted.

Compressed. Dimmed. Wearing a smaller shape than the Valkyrie body she truly inhabited. Hiding.

Seraphiel followed the thread.

A restaurant. Warm lamplight. A corner table. Three mortals and the creature, all laughing at something. One of them was a young woman with sad eyes who was no longer sad in this moment. She smiled at the creature the way a lonely girl smiles at a new friend who has arrived without warning and made her feel truly seen.

Ashley.

Seraphiel held the name in her awareness, weighed it, set it aside. ’One of the girls not yet fully part of The Prince’s corruption.’

The creature had come to this restaurant wearing a mortal shape simply to sit with this young woman and make her laugh?

’Where is her Master then?’

She had observed ARIA and Peter enough to know the abomination never left his side or left him unprotected.

Where was he if she was here?

A soundless roar of pure wrath tore through her immortal frame—outrage so pure and incandescent it threatened to shred the tight cloak of flame she wore. Her feathers flared white-hot for one betraying instant before she crushed them back under control.

The Prince. The Evil-Harem-God. The Ruin the Source had sent her to end...

...was kneeling on a living room floor with his mouth buried in the core of the mother of the same young woman the creature was currently sitting across from and making laugh in a restaurant.

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