Far away from the blazing swords, the desperate cries, and the righteous light of Noah and his companions...
In a forgotten corner of the world — one that even the gods dare not glance upon — the land was silent.
Not from peace.
But from death.
There was no light in this land.
The sky was a churning void, endless and suffocating. The very earth pulsed with malevolence, veins of black energy crawling across cracked soil. Every tree that once bore life was now a grotesque statue, twisted and shriveled — leaves turned to ash, bark oozing black ichor. Even the air was wrong. It reeked of blood and despair, thick enough to choke the uninvited.
And at the heart of this cursed land stood a palace.
Tall, elegant, and corrupted beyond recognition. Its once-golden towers now bled darkness, and the grand walls had become canvases of torment — adorned with twisted murals of suffering, painted in shadow and pain.
Behind this palace, hidden in the recesses of a forbidden garden, was a place of impossible beauty and horror — a grove of flowers, born not of nature, but of Corruption itself. Black lilies wept ink. Blood-red roses bloomed with sharp thorns that drank from the soil. A waterfall, once pure, now fell in slow rivulets of dark crimson, the water alive with whispers.
And amidst it all, she lay.
A vision of darkness and allure.
Reclined upon the grass, her long legs stretched lazily across the corrupted earth, her body draped in a luxurious red gown that shimmered like fresh blood under the pale, dying light. Her curves were divine — each breath drawing the fabric tighter against her mature figure. Her skin, pale as moonlight, contrasted the inky void around her. Two black horns curled gently from her head, like a crown of ruin.
Her hair flowed around her like an abyssal river — long, violent, and untamed — catching the wind as if it, too, was alive. Her eyes were shut, her expression serene. And from her soft lips came a faint hum — low, beautiful, and terrifying.
She was the Queen of Corruption.
And she was dreaming of power.
Until—
"My Queen."
The voice cut through the air, trembling with reverence.
She opened her eyes slowly, dark pools of pitch swallowing all light. Her brows furrowed.
"…What is it?"
The servant bowed low. A lesser demon, trembling in the Queen's presence.
"My lady, we have found it. The Corrupted Heart."
The Queen's eyes snapped open fully, her entire posture shifting. The ground around her trembled with her excitement.
"You've found it…?" she whispered, voice laced with hunger. "Where?"
"In the town of Varell, the one we were planning to take for our base. A human girl… possesses it. A true, living Corrupted Heart… and yet, she remains sane."
The Queen rose slowly to sit up, her gown flowing around her like liquid sin. Her voice was a soft growl.
"A human… surviving with Corruption in her heart?"
Her nails dug into the black grass beneath her.
"If you're lying, I'll flay you."
The servant shivered. "I dare not, my Queen. It is the truth. We observed her. The heart pulses with Corruption, and she… commands it."
A silence followed.
Then a grin curled her lips.
"…Interesting."
Her voice deepened with amusement and fascination. She stood up, barefoot on the corrupted earth, her aura expanding like a storm cloud. The flowers around her bent toward her — as if even they wished to serve.
"She could be a threat," she muttered, pacing slowly. "But more than that… she is mine."
"I want her heart. I want it ripped from her chest while it still beats."
"Yes, my lady," the servant replied quickly. "Shall I begin the attack preparations?"
The Queen's eyes glinted.
"Yes. We strike tonight."
Her voice dripped with anticipation.
"I will personally carve that heart from her ribcage. Then I'll consume it… and ascend."
"I will ensure everything is ready. I shall see you on the battlefield, my Queen."
With that, the servant vanished into the corrupted wind.
Alone once again, the Queen turned back toward the waterfall, her eyes gleaming with madness and glory. She raised her arms, welcoming the decay around her like an old friend.
"Finally… after all this time. The Corrupted Heart shall be mine."
Her laughter echoed through the land — twisted and triumphant.
"No one can stop me now... I will become the Queen of Corruption "
"And then... I will drape this world in decay. Kingdoms will rot. Heroes will fall. And even the gods… will kneel."
"Kekekekek—"
But even in that moment of triumph, fate whispered something else…
There was a storm coming. Not of shadows, but of something far older — and more dangerous.
And that storm had crimson eyes and silver hair.
-To be continued...