The Victor.

She never would have bowed.

Dante can’t help but think the words. Even as he stands in the city of gods, surrounded by faces of legend, he can’t stop seeing her falling through that endless void, mentally shouting that one word up at him so viciously he knows it’s forever branded upon his soul.

Betrayal.

The Fallen.

Where am I?

After falling for what seems like forever, Adrian finds herself in an entirely new world. A world of darkness which calls to something unnamed inside her. With every truth revealed, every injustice bared, it hums ever louder, buzzing through her veins and begging to be released. Setting her fear aside, Adrian tastes it for the first time.

Power.