Chapitre 102: Strange Love*

Luna descended through the steps of the stairs like she was marching up the gallows.

She had this fear of being seen in front of the Consortium.

Luna was an Amazon warrior with her long silver hair, tall and lean stature and flat chests.

She would be judged by how different she looked from the normal dainty, feminine and curvaceous females.

Of course, Luna knew she wasn't the normal choice as the Empress--her  character and attitude weren't expected of a Queen.

Luna wasn't nurturing, safe, gorgeous and meek at all like how other queens should be.

Just a wallflower.

An accessory Apollyon must have expected her to be.

If she would be honest with herself, Luna was a mix of light and shadows, night and day, masculine and feminine, yin and yang.

Doubts and desire melting together.

Apollyon and Luna will either conquer their light or lose it.