Location: Dracas Estate – Morning After the Vow
The estate hummed with preparation.
The fire of conquest was still burning in Damon's veins… but now, something deeper coursed through him:
Legacy. Love. Eternity.
He stood before ARCHAIOS in the War Chamber, surrounded by soft-lit holograms: wedding venues, guest lists, security grids, vow scrolls, and ritual sequences coded in both data and blood.
And yet, it wasn't the logistics that made him pause.
It was the image of three queens framed above it all.
System Sync – Wedding Protocol: "Covenant Ascension"
Check-In Complete
– Reward: $180,000
– Sub-System Activated: Eternal Union Protocol
→ Ceremony-based power amplification
→ Blood-bound transformation locked until consummation
Time Remaining: 90 Days
System Message:
"An empire born from vengeance becomes divine only through love.
Prepare the world.
Prepare your house.
Prepare your brides."
Scene: Morning with the Queens
Damon stepped into the private garden where Nova, Arielle, and Elina stood — barefoot, bathed in early sunlight, each radiant in their own right.
He spoke softly, but his words carried weight.
"You will not be turned until the moment is sacred.
Until the vows are spoken.
Until the world bears witness that you are mine — forever."
"I want your immortality to begin with love.
Not war."
Each woman responded not with questions, but with quiet conviction:
Nova: "I've waited this long. I'll wait until the altar."
Arielle: "Just don't make me cry in front of cameras, king."
Elina: "Make me your queen… in every realm."
Scene: Best Men Chosen
Later that day, in the strategy hall—
Damon placed a hand on Zeke's shoulder. Then Rico's.
"You stood beside me when I had nothing.
Now you'll stand beside me when I take everything."
"You're not just my brothers in battle.
You're my best men."
Rico grinned. Zeke only nodded — but his eyes said enough.
"Three months," Damon said.
"And then we turn a vow into a dynasty."
Scene: Broadcast & Global Whispers
Elsewhere, the media went wild.
Headlines scrolled across elite news tickers:
"The Phantom to Marry Three Queens in One Ceremony."
"Private Empire Wedding to Be Broadcast to 62 Nations."
"Unconfirmed: Vows Written in Blood?"
Politicians whispered. Supernatural councils stirred. Underworld figures prepared gifts, alliances, and bribes.
Because everyone knew:
This wasn't just a wedding.
It was a coronation. An omen. A warning.
Final Scene: Damon's Private Vow Draft
Alone in his study, by candlelight, Damon began writing.
His pen moved slowly.
"To my queens,
I do not promise forever.
I promise eternity.
Not as your ruler… but as your equal.
Not as your god… but as your man."
He folded the parchment, kissed it once, and sealed it in crimson wax.
"They will feel every word," he whispered.
And the stars above the estate flickered brighter.