The first Asura is born!

THE MATRON’S COMMAND

Angela rose, her radiant form glowing with otherworldly grace. She cupped Darya’s face, her claws gentle now, loving.

"You are mine," the Ascendant breathed, her voice resonating in Darya’s bones. "But more than that—you are your own. No chains. No masters. Only purpose."

Darya shuddered, her feral eyes locking onto Angela’s.

"What... am I?" she growled.

Stefano answered for her, his voice thick with pride.

"You are Asura. The first of my warrior harem. The blade that carves our Celestial Empire into flesh."

Darya’s luscious lips curled into a smile—sharp, predatory.

"Then let me bleed for you," she rasped.

Angela’s laugh was dark music.

"Oh, my pet... you will."