Hell Emblem

In the heart of Scotland, a dark village forgotten by time was covered by a fog that seemed to envelop the world in an eternal twilight. In this place lived Elara, a woman known for both her beauty and her icy temperament, whose gaze was fixed on mysteries deeper than the eyes of men would ever dare to unravel. She was the emblem of a sealed destiny and a fate that whispered through the stones and the winds.

As the winter nights fell over the village, a dark legend whispered that Elara harbored in her soul a pact that granted her power. It was said that, on a stormy night, she had summoned the devil himself. The pact was sealed with her blood, in exchange for one wish: the release of a long-lost love to death.

The villagers feared her, but they could not help but be fascinated by her. They called her the “Emblem of Hell”—for in her beauty and charm, every word and gesture was surrounded by a fire that could consume them all. She walked like a queen among the ruins, surrounded by the shadows and prayers of the villagers, as she awaited the night when hell would come to exact its price.

Finally, under a cloud-shrouded moon, Elara’s pact revealed its cruelest side. The spirit of her beloved returned, but not as a man, but as a shadow condemned to wander without rest. And there, as she saw him consumed by the curse she herself had invoked, Elara understood the price of selfish love. She had finally been marked by the emblem of hell—not as a lady of legend, but as an eternal prisoner of her own desire.

With her last breath, she heard a whisper, like the sharp wind passing by, echoing in the depths of her soul: “The flame of love is deadly, and its desire, the emblem of hell that unites us.”