A century had passed since the curse turned cold, yet Astariel’s blood still walked unseen roads, and the kingdom came with iron hands to steal the scroll and bind the lands in silence. Three sisters fled through ash and stone into demon fields where nothing had grown, carrying their mother’s words like fire beneath their breath, that the scroll would wake a holy guide when the world was on its knees. Then horns rolled in like storms on bone, breaking the night as they took the girls and shattered hope, and in that moment steel met fate. A blade flashed red, a prayer was made, and blood touched the page so deeply that heaven itself seemed to split open wide. Asterian, rise again, Asterian, rise again, they made my daughters cry and now your kingdom dies. Asterian, rise again, Asterian, rise again, heaven tore itself apart and the dark became fire. He came through cloud like breaking glass, moving before thought could ever pass, seeing their wounds before the world could speak, breaking the line where the weak would break. He healed their hands and called them near, telling them to stand and cast out fear, placing a scroll into each small palm and giving back the thunderstorm they had lost. Then bells rang out across the night as hidden power caught the light, and with ancient words the ground itself shook while something deeper than time awoke. At his command they rose as one, and what was bound began undone. Asterian, rise again, Asterian, rise again, they made my daughters cry and now your kingdom dies. Asterian, rise again, Asterian, rise again, heaven tore itself apart and the dark became fire. At the castle door he spoke the king’s name like a wound cut into stone, and said every tear would be repaid in blood and broken throne. The walls gave way, the tower groaned, splitting like marrow turned to stone, and in the silence that came after war, nothing remained of what had been before. An hour passed and the world went still, as if even darkness had lost its will, and peace returned like a wounded sun crawling through the ashes of what was done. Asterian, rise again, Asterian, rise again, they made my daughters cry and now your kingdom dies. Asterian, rise again, Asterian, rise again, take back the land once lost and burned, we are free again. He left for the sky with the dawn in his hand, speaking softly so they would understand, that fear would fade but he would remain, watching over the end of days. And somewhere beyond what eyes can see, he waits in silence between worlds and seas, ready to rise when the world calls his name again into flame.
