Chapter Twenty-Six
Training with an Overlord
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I quickly ran downstairs, nearly losing my balance at the bottom step and almost twisting my ankle. I threw myself into the kitchen, breathing heavily as I collided with Enoxon. I must have startled him because he turned around abruptly, spilling hot grease on his arm and wincing in pain.
"Snow, what's wrong?" he asked, quickly setting the pan down and turning off the stove before looking me over, trying to figure out what had happened.
My breaths came fast and shallow, making it hard to speak. "Kurai... gone," I gasped, still trying to catch my breath.
"Kurai's gone? What do you mean?" Enoxon murmured, his face turning serious. He moved the cooking aside and turned off the stove. "Maybe he went looking for you?" He quickly scrambled past me, "Surely he's not gone."
I rushed after Enoxon, explaining the blood droplets I found in Kurai's room. Enoxon, careful not to trip, quickly descended the stairs with me on his heels.
Sure enough, the room was empty. Enoxon scanned the room, his eyes narrowing as he entered the scene. "It's like a dark energy came in and whisked things away," he noted, looking at the wilting plants around Kurai's room. "He'd never let his plants die." He moved towards the bloodstains, his curiosity piqued as he glanced at the door leading to the porch. "There's a portal here," he stated, "or at least there was. The trace is extremely faint. I might be able to locate where Kurai went..."
Within seconds, Shadowfall, Memory of Illuminated Dreams, appeared in Enoxon's hands. I watched as he closed his eyes and extended his hands towards the remnants of the portal, a slight black glow emanating from his body as he focused intently.
"The good news is, I know where the portal took him. The bad news is... this isn't his portal," Enoxon explained, his light green eyes narrowing as he focused on the porch.
"Well, where did he go?" I asked curiosity and worry blending into my voice as I considered where Kurai, the fiery Nogitsune, might be.
Enoxon's face darkened as he placed his hand on the door frame, staring into the abyss only he could see. "This portal leads somewhere dark and cold—a lot colder than the Underworld right now."
"Like, the mountains?" I suggested, my mind racing.
"He went to Tartarus. I... don't know why he would go there."
"Was he dragged there? Yushin once pushed Kurai and me through a portal. But what would anyone want with Kurai?" I questioned, my thoughts instantly diving into a dark place. The first thing that came to mind was the demon that had marked me. Fear crept into my body as I considered that if the demon who had slain Kurai's entire family and tribe had found him, he might be planning to do the same to Kurai. I was terrified for him. Despite his power as a Nogitsune, this demon had single-handedly wiped out an entire tribe.
"You can't just run into Tartarus, Snow. Do you even know what Tartarus is?" Enoxon's voice was raised slightly as he asked me that question.
I shuddered at the intensity of his voice, never having heard him so full of rage before. "Enoxon, I don't care what Tartarus is, I need to go help Kurai! If it's that demon, it's my fault he may be hurt!" I exclaimed, my own anger rising and replacing the fear.
Enoxon slammed the door shut with his magical staff, glaring at me with green eyes full of pain. “I don’t think you understand this scenario, Snow. If you run in there,” he pointed toward the open portal through the door, “you will die within five minutes. I mean, I can see it—it's an obvious trap. Why else would whoever did this just leave the portal open? It's not something we can take on alone.”
“Aren’t you the strongest sorcerer in the Underworld?!” I asked him, frustration bubbling up. “That’s what you tell me!” I was hurt that he wouldn’t let me go—even though not even fifteen minutes ago, I hugged him to feel better. Now, I was hurt, and he was just shrugging it off. “I have to go, Enoxon. Please?” I asked him, my anger quelling and turning into a few tears.
“Snow,” he said, a switch going off as his face softened again. “We just got you back to the Underworld.”
I could see the concern in his features, making my heart ache. “I know, but Kurai needs us. We can’t just leave him there.”
“You will get killed, Snow,” he told me gently. “We can’t just run in there.”
My body instantly relaxed as I listened to his soothing voice, like that of a river. I realized that Enoxon wasn’t just scared for Kurai but for me. And it pierced me through the heart. My knees buckled below me, and I felt defeated as I fell to the floor of Nogitsune’s room. Nothing was going to stop the fear and anger I felt for the world—for the demon that took Kurai.
Enoxon fell with me, keeping his hand on my shoulder as he spoke, “You don’t seem to understand how strong Kurai is. Remember, he has five tails for a reason—in fact, he actually gained a sixth tail while you were with Yushin.”
I looked up at him, my eyes wide with surprise. “A sixth tail? How?”
“Kurai’s power grows with his experiences and battles. Each tail signifies a significant increase in his strength and abilities,” Enoxon explained, his voice calm and reassuring. “He’s not as helpless as you think. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t need our help. We just have to be smart about it.”
“But what if it’s too late?” I whispered, my voice trembling.
“It won’t be,” Enoxon assured me. We’ll find him and bring him back. But first, we need Astaroth’s help. He knows Tartarus better than anyone.”
“Astaroth?” I questioned, lifting my head as the tears fell to my knees.
“You just woke up from a slumber with the Spirit Walker and the Celestial World and found out that you are a Reaper—the missing daughter of the previous Reaper. You don’t know the power that comes with being a Reaper. You have immense power, some of the greatest power that the Underworld has ever seen. We just need to unlock it,” he explained to me. “We may have to rush training, but for now… let’s go see Astaroth.”
“What about Mundus? Wouldn’t he want to go after Kurai?” I asked.
“... Not yet. Unfortunately, he will put you to work rather than worry about Kurai, " Enoxon explained, ducking his head to look up at me. I stared at the floor as his gaze came into sight with mine, a small smile playing on his thin face as he asked me, “So, Snow Rumaki, Daughter of the Lady in Red, are you ready?”
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of those words sink in. Daughter of the Lady in Red. A Reaper. It was too much to process, yet it all made a strange sense. I looked up at Enoxon, seeing the determination in his eyes, and felt a spark of that same resolve ignite within me.
“Yes,” I said, my voice steady. “I’m ready.”
Enoxon nodded, his smile widening slightly. “Good. Let’s not waste any more time.” He whispered quietly, putting his head against mine, and his magic of a bright green light began to twirl around us.
A few moments later, we were teleported to Miserth Keep outside the large doors that entered the corridors. Enoxon opened the doors and waltzed right in, bringing me with him. The corridor—still adorned with black and red decor like before—was dark inside. There weren’t many lights, just candles illuminating the rooms and filling the air with a peaceful aura. The sorcerer was holding my hand as he began to bring me through the halls to the throne room, which was empty except for the lonely Astaroth, who was tidying up the space.
When our presence entered the room, the duke stood up straight and turned immediately toward us. His face seemed to relax when his purple gaze met mine. A sigh of relief escaped him as he approached Enoxon and me. “I’m so glad you are back to the Underworld, Lady Snow.”
I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, listening to his gentle voice and smiling. “It’s wonderful to see you too, Astaroth. But we are here on important news.”
Astaroth’s expression grew serious. “What has happened?”
Enoxon approached Astaroth, his voice quiet, “Is Mundus Here?”
“No, he’s currently away on business. What’s happened?” Astaroth’s voice questioned.
“Kurai was taken to Tartarus!”
“Tartarus? Why would he be taken there?”
I was wondering the same thing but shook my head.
“Perhaps the demon chasing Snow has gotten a hold of him. It seems that the return of a Reaper has got the Underworld in a spazz currently,” Enoxon sighed, leaning on his staff once more and resting his chin on it.
Astaroth pondered this for a moment, his brow furrowed. “The return of a Reaper is indeed a significant event. It could have stirred old enemies and awakened new threats. Tartarus is a place of exile and punishment; whoever took Kurai must have a deep vendetta or a grand plan.” His gentle gaze floated to mine, locking gazes with me. “Welcome back, by the way, Reaper,” He said with a smile.
“What?” I questioned and looked at him, shocked.
“Don’t fret, Snow. I’ve known you were the Reaper since birth,” Astaroth said with a beaming smile.
“What?!” I gasped, looking him over.
“I’m one of the Seven Brothers of the Underworld—an Overlord if I say so myself,” Astaroth beamed with pride as he said that.
“Apparently, I’m just dumb,” Enoxon muttered, crossing his arms and looking away.
“Wait, you’ve known me since I was born?” I questioned and gasped, “I bet you know so much! Wait, does Mundus know?!”
Astaroth’s hands folded behind him as he shook his head. “I am loyal to the Lady in Red,” He stated. “I may be Lord Mundus’s second in command, but that doesn’t change my utmost loyalty. Why do you think I kept pushing about Snow and Yuna?” The duke asked Enoxon.
I shook my head, putting my hands up to ensure we didn’t start arguing about the Reaper thing. I wanted to find Kurai. I tried to question Astaroth about my past. Still, I needed to focus on finding Kurai first—he was my priority. It was my turn to keep my guardian safe. “Let’s focus, please. We can ask questions later about the entire who-knew-I-was-the-Reaper thing.”
“Ah, but to answer your question, Snow,” Astaroth replied, “someone else has claimed to be the Reaper for guiding a soul. However, I do not believe they are—as I have the Reaper before me. So, let’s forget about that person and let fate decide.” The demon smiled gently and tilted his head to the side. “As for Tartarus, it’s a perilous place—I’d suggest planning it out before blindly going in,” he said, gazing at me as he said that last part.
I nodded, appreciating his advice but still feeling the urgency. “You’re right, Astaroth. We need a solid plan. But we also need to act quickly. What do we need to do first?”
Astaroth thought for a moment before speaking. “First, we must gather information. Enoxon, you and I must consult Tartarus's ancient texts and maps. Snow, you should focus on honing your abilities. The more control you have over your powers, the better prepared you’ll be. I’d be more than happy to help you while Enoxon gets his part taken care of,” He explained.
“Help her?” Enoxon interjected, stepping slightly in front of me. “The last time I trusted someone to ‘help’ her, they took her away for three weeks,” he said firmly.
“Ah, you wound me, Eno!” the teal-haired demon exclaimed in mock hurt. “But I am not like Yushin. I am the Lord’s Duke—the Second in Command—an Overlord of the Underworld. I knew the Lady in Red personally. Please, allow me to assist her.”
I gently reached for Enoxon’s wrist, tugging it like a child seeking comfort. Smiling up at him, I said, “I trust Astaroth.” Despite my lingering resentment over past manipulations, I knew my focus needed to be on helping Kurai.
“You said the same thing about Yushin,” Enoxon replied, his voice tinged with disappointment. “And look what happened.”
“I found out who I was, Eno! I am the Reaper. One day, I will guide souls to their resting places!” I declared.
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“You still know so little about yourself, Snow. What if something happens?” Enoxon’s voice quivered with worry as he looked down at me with his leafy green eyes. “The Reaper’s magic is mostly black magic…”
“Black magic?” I echoed. “The same kind that witches use?”
“...No, witches use potions and regular magic. Black magic? Witches using black magic? What kind of books have you been reading?” Enoxon asked, his disapproval evident.
Enoxon’s concern was palpable, but I felt a newfound determination. “Eno, I understand your worry, but we don’t have time. Kurai’s life is at stake.”
Astaroth stepped forward, his expression severe yet reassuring. “Enoxon, I promise you, my intentions are pure. If we wish to save Kurai, she needs this.”
“Black magic is dangerous, Snow. It can consume a person whole if they’re not strong enough to manipulate it,” Enoxon added, his tone heavy with a hint of past experience.
I wondered if that was what Yushin had meant when he mentioned Enoxon nearly destroying an entire village. Had Enoxon meddled with black magic once? I frowned at him, determined. “I won’t end up like that,” I promised.
Enoxon nodded and turned away from us, glancing over his shoulder one last time. He held out his staff towards me and began to murmur some words under his breath. His body glowed a gentle blue, flowing from the staff to me. The spell enveloped my entire body, filling me with a strange energy. I felt weightless and free as if the air held me up. This must have been the spell that would "watch me."
Landing gently, I glanced down at my body, inspecting it. I felt no different now or saw a little eyeball following me around. Perhaps he could just sense my pain if I were to get hurt? “Okay, now that I’m all powerful and stuff, thank you, Enoxon,” I cheerfully called to him.
Astaroth chuckled at my cheerful demeanor. “Not quite all-powerful yet, Little Snow,” he said with a playful glint in his eye. “There is still much to learn.”
He gestured for me to follow him, and we walked away from Enoxon. “Before we venture into Tartarus, you need to learn to control the black magic within you,” Astaroth explained. “There’s a place not far from here where we can train safely.”
Enoxon watched us go, his expression a mix of worry and reluctant trust. As we walked, Astaroth continued to speak, his tone serious. “Black magic is a powerful tool, but it is also dangerous. You must understand its nature and how to wield it without letting it consume you. Good luck, Snow.”
I smiled at him, following Astaroth through a quick and straightforward portal I could simply walk through.
We emerged on the other side of the portal into a dimly lit clearing surrounded by towering, ancient trees. The air here was thick with an almost palpable energy, a mix of anticipation and latent power. The ground beneath our feet was covered in soft moss, and the faint sounds of distant creatures echoed through the forest.
Astaroth turned to face me, his eyes glowing faintly in the low light. "This place is protected from outside influences," he explained. "It’s where I bring those who need to learn the intricacies of their magic without interruption."
He raised one hand, and a series of glowing runes appeared around us, forming a protective barrier. "These runes will ensure our safety. Now, let us begin."
Astaroth stepped back and gestured for me to stand in the center of the clearing. "The first thing you must understand about black magic is its dual nature," he began. "It can grant you immense power but feeds on your emotions—anger, fear, and hatred. To control it, you must learn to control yourself."
Astaroth stepped back and gestured for me to stand in the center of the clearing. “Magic has a price, Lady Snow,” he told me. “Everyone’s magic takes a toll on their body. Demons have it a bit different; we have more to put into our magic than a human—regardless of whether you are the Reaper or not,” he explained, holding out his hand. Within a second, a small blue orb appeared in his hand. “Every magic is different as well. I am a demon of Ethereal Magic, able to conjure items at my own will. I can create tomes, books, weapons, chairs, etc.”
I watched in awe as the blue orb shifted and transformed, becoming a beautifully intricate tome that floated gently above Astaroth's palm. The pages fluttered slightly as if touched by an unseen breeze.
He continued, “The energy to create these items comes from within me. The more I create, the more it drains my own essence. This is the price I pay for my power.”
“Most Reapers are born with some form of black magic—it could manifest in various ways, but it will always be linked to the origins of black magic. This specific type of magic is compelling, as Enoxon has mentioned before. You will either be consumed by it or learn to overpower it. Since your mother was the Lady in Red, I am committed to ensuring your safety. I have a special book that I’d like you to examine. This book was created by your mother, and she entrusted it to me for your return to the Underworld.”
He held out his hand, and gently, a blue book materialized in the air and fell into his hands. Astaroth dusted it off and approached me. “This is a grimoire, a powerful and effective book against demons. Your mother called it ‘Oblivion, Grimoire of Demons.’”
He held the book out to me. The cover of the old grimoire was a striking combination of black and blue. The deep, inky black leather was overlaid with intricate designs in a shimmering blue thread. The patterns seemed to shift and move as the light caught them, giving the impression of an otherworldly energy pulsing through the pages within. Despite its age, the cover was remarkably well-preserved, with no signs of wear or tear. It was clear that this was a book that had been cherished and carefully protected for many years.
I accepted Astaroth's grimoire, feeling its weight of significance. The cover was cool to the touch, and as I cradled it in my hands, I could almost sense the latent power within.
“This grimoire contains not only spells but also extensive knowledge about demons and the Underworld,” Astaroth explained. “Your mother meticulously compiled this information, fully aware that you would need it one day. It will guide you in mastering your magic and understanding the realm you are destined to protect.”
I carefully opened the book, revealing pages filled with ancient symbols and intricate diagrams. The text was written in a language I barely recognized, yet somehow, I felt a connection to it. As I flipped through the pages, I could hear a voice that grew louder until it stopped at a particular page. I read the heading at the top:
“Immolorpus Demoulsis (Demonic Form).
Effect: Transform Caster into Demonic Form.
Appearance: A white outline on the body transforms into a demonic form.
Level: Expert
There was a drawing of a human woman, and beside it was an illustration of her demonic form. I tilted my head, examining it closely, wondering if Reapers needed to know this.
As I pondered the significance of the transformation spell, Astaroth spoke again. “The ability to assume a demonic form is both a powerful asset and a perilous challenge,” he said. “While it can greatly enhance your strength and abilities, it also requires complete control over your black magic. Losing control, even for a moment, can have dire consequences.”
“Can I try?!” I asked ultimately out of the blue.
Astaroth tilted his head and gazed at me, “What? No, of course not. You’d be consumed by your own demon!” he exclaimed, shocked that I would even ask that.
“Aw, are you sure?” I asked him sadly.
“Lady Snow!” he said, like a teacher scolding their student.
“Sorry,” I murmured.
“Let’s start with simple conjuring spells, shall we?” Astaroth suggested, his tone softening. “Building a solid foundation before attempting more advanced magic is important.”
I nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed but eager to learn. “Okay, what should I try first?”
Astaroth opened the grimoire to a section on elemental necromancy spells. “Let’s begin by summoning a familiar shadow. This will help you connect with darker energies and practice control over them.”
I took a deep breath and read the incantation from the grimoire. Concentrating on my energy, I visualized a shadowy figure forming before me. After a few moments, the shadows coalesced into a small, dark creature with glowing eyes.
“Very good,” Astaroth said, nodding approvingly. “Remember, control is key. Practice summoning and dismissing the shadow familiar until you can do it effortlessly. This will help you build the discipline needed for more complex black magic.”
Listening to him, I stayed focused. If I can practice even a bit, I can help the mission with Kurai. Thinking of him, though, I let my mind drift away. It drifted to the moments I’ve had with him—the kind ones, the argumentative ones—when we left the bar that night and how he was so calm, even though I was a mess. He didn’t take advantage.
I don’t think I’ve been in the Underworld very long; I honestly have no idea. But the fact that I’ve got this demon who’s literally my guardian—I didn’t even know that could be a thing. I thought demons were only predators, those who feast on souls and humans. But these guys—these demons—Kurai, Jenieva, and even Astaroth—were different.
Kurai’s soft smile flashed in my head, and I couldn’t help but think about it. It was so precious—even though he’s gone through so much. Knowing I was forced into his contract, what if he didn’t want it? What if he wanted to be more than just a nogitsune in a contract with a Reaper? To be able to be free, like my mother.
“Snow? Snow!” I heard Astaroth’s voice cut through my thoughts.
“Huh?!” I said, blinking back into existence.
“Look!” the duke said excitedly as he pointed to my creation—it was a fox. Your mind must be worried about Kurai, isn’t it?” he asked me, reaching down to the fox, which was skittering on the ground, sniffing things.
I stared at the shadow fox, its form flickering slightly but maintaining its shape. “I… I didn’t even realize I had summoned it,” I admitted, feeling a mix of surprise and embarrassment.
Astaroth chuckled softly. “Your emotions are powerful, Snow. They can fuel your magic in ways you may not yet understand. This fox manifests your connection to Kurai, a subconscious reflection of your thoughts and feelings.”
I looked at the fox, its dark fur shimmering with an ethereal glow. “So, my emotions influenced the spell?”
“Yes. But your emotions are a lot more than you think they are. Your emotions can be a source of strength but can also be unpredictable. Practice channeling them into your magic with intent and focus.” He gently reached down to pet the little black fox.
I nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination. “I’ll keep practicing. I want to become stronger, not just for myself, but for Kurai and everyone who helped me.”
Astaroth smiled warmly. “That’s the spirit, Lady Snow. With dedication and control, you will master your black magic and uncover the true potential of your abilities.”
I looked down at the shadow fox as it nuzzled against my leg, feeling a sense of connection and purpose. The path ahead was still uncertain, but with Astaroth's guidance and the support of my friends, I knew I could face whatever challenges came my way.
After several hours of training, I was beginning to feel fatigued. Astaroth noticed that I was starting to look exhausted and brought me home, insisting he could make a meal for me. I denied him numerous times, offering to cook for him as a thank-you for the training, but he simply smiled and took over the kitchen before I could even set foot in there.
“I’m exhausted,” I murmured, flopping onto the couch and leaning backward. Astaroth had just finished making a meal for me and was even catering the meal to me. “Is this how everyone feels after just teleporting?” I asked him.
Astaroth chuckled, setting the food down before me and shaking his head. “As someone who is just beginning to discover their magic, no. It took a lot out of you for just a few spells. You’ve never had access to your magic before, have you?” He questioned me as he sat in one of the single armchairs in the living room.
“Never. I had never had something magical happen to me while I was doing something, while I was angry, hurt, or saddened. My life was pretty normal,” I said, sitting up. My mouth began to water at the robust and savory smell of the meal before me.
Astaroth nodded thoughtfully. “That explains your exhaustion. Tapping into your magical abilities for the first time is like using a muscle you’ve never exercised before. It will take time for your body and mind to adjust and build the necessary stamina.”
I picked up the fork and ate the meal he had prepared. It was delicious, and I couldn’t help but smile. “This is amazing, Astaroth. Thank you.”
“Of course, it’s my pleasure!” he stated, sitting across from me in one of the armchairs armchairs. I didn’t think I’d ever meet you as you grew. You’ll get your magic down fairly quickly; I know it.” Astaroth’s voice was soothing as he continued, “Your mother would be very proud of you, knowing that you were ready to stand in her shoes.”
Mother. Ren and Sayuri raised me and my parents - my mom and dad. No, I don’t resent the previous Reaper for placing me in their care. I was saddened by her doing so, but she must have had a good reason, too. When I saw the lady back in my vision with Kurai, she was so gentle and tender. I wonder if that’s what she was like in person - kind and caring.
“Astaroth,” I murmured quietly. “What was she like?”
“She was a wonderful and caring person, but she wasn’t afraid to take a stand,” Astaroth began, lifting his teacup to his lips and taking a sip. A smile glowed on his face as he stared into the cup of tea. “She was fearless and always willing to help someone, guiding them and ensuring they were going to the correct area… But she was more than just a Reaper,” he whispered. She was so much more than that.”
I leaned forward, hanging onto every word. “What do you mean by more than just a Reaper?”
“She was a wonderful friend, sometimes a troublemaker, but she always had the best interest of those around her. A rebel, but a strong one, if you would. The Lady in Red cared for her demons and Spirit Walkers, ensuring each had what they needed. When she announced to me her pregnancy, I was excited for her. I couldn’t help but worry…” He trailed off and let out a gentle sigh. “Demons cannot conceive, but your mother was a halfling, just like you,” he explained.
I furrowed my brow, absorbing the information. "A halfling? So, she was part demon and part...?"
"Human," Astaroth confirmed. "Your mother was born from a demon and a human union. This gave her unique abilities and a perspective that was different from most. It also allowed her to conceive you."
"That's why I can use magic," I said, more to myself than Astaroth. "But it must have been difficult for her."
"It was," Astaroth nodded. "She faced many challenges, both from the demon and human worlds. But she never let those challenges break her spirit. She fought for what she believed in and the people she cared about."
“Did I… Kill her?” I questioned him, my mood dropping. To imagine that my mother died because of me? I couldn’t. The demon went after her and myself, but I was broken. I couldn’t imagine a world if I had caused someone to pass - and then had to guide them to their domain?
The demon shook her head. “No, no one knows what happened to her. Half of the Underworld says she is dead, while the other half says she’s still out there. Not even I know what happened to her,” His voice saddened.
“Then how did she–”
“Snow, are you even ready for this information?” Astaroth questioned me, noticing my change of mood. “You only just found out you are a Reaper.”
"... Just one more question, I guess. What about my father? Who was he?"
Nodding slowly, Astaroth hesitated to reply, "I cannot share that information with you. My deepest condolences, but it was part of my agreement within our pact shared with your mother."
"You had a pact with my mother?"
"Yes, as you have a pact with Kurai."
"You know about that? Of course you do; you seem to know everything."
He chuckled, "I know a lot about you, yes. I hope to be able to watch you grow stronger and more powerful, as I did with your mother as well." A smile played on his lips as he stood up to gather the plates after I had finished eating.
"Will you share the information with me one day, Astaroth?"
Astaroth paused, contemplating for a moment before replying, "Perhaps. When the time is right, and you are ready, I may be able to share more with you. For now, focus on your training and your journey. There is much for you to learn and discover on your own." The demon stood up and glanced over his shoulder at me, “But I can make that promise to you, Lady Aria.” He said, his smile brightening up the room.
There was that name again—Aria. The same Mati called me. At this point, I could only assume it was my birth name—‘Aria Kirasa.’
I nodded, feeling a mixture of curiosity and determination. "Thank you, Astaroth. I appreciate everything you've told me."
He gave a gentle smile. "You're welcome, Lady Snow. Remember, you are not alone on this journey. Your allies and friends will stand by you, just as your mother did."
As he left the room, I felt a renewed sense of purpose and a deeper connection to my past. Though many questions remained unanswered, I knew that in time, I would uncover the truths I sought.