It had been a few days since Princess Luna broke up with Commander Slogan, and the kingdom of Yruf was already feeling the repercussions of it. Slogan, an elf known for his fierce dedication and unwavering strength, was now a shadow of his former self. His molten gold eyes, once filled with determination, now burned with a frantic desperation.

The palace, normally a place of order and majesty, was in disarray. Slogan's restlessness permeated the air, creating an atmosphere of tension and unease. Servants and guards moved about nervously, avoiding his gaze. They had all heard of the breakup, whispers spreading like wildfire through the corridors. Luna had left him because Slogan could not give her the heir she needed to break her betrothal—a truth he had hidden from her for too long.

Slogan's mind was a whirlwind of emotions: anger at himself for lying, sorrow for losing Luna, and a burning need to have her. He had not slept since, his dragon blood boiling with frustration and longing. He needed to feel her warmth again, to see her smile, to hear her voice. But she was avoiding him, and the emptiness was driving him mad.

In his desperate search for Luna, Slogan first tried her room, an area that was now off-limits to him. But the elf cared less about boundaries at this moment. "Mi amore," he called out as he opened the door without knocking, a natural habit of his. His eyes widened as he saw her back turned to him, being dressed by her handmaiden.

The two girls looked at Slogan, shocked by the unexpected intrusion. Luna clutched her chest, her dress still barely on. "Slogan?! What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly. "I told you—"

"I know, mi corazón. I'm sorry for coming in unannounced, and I know you told me to stay out of your room, away from you..." Slogan said, striding across the room, reaching Luna in a matter of seconds. His eyes were wild and frantic as he looked down at his former lover. 

"Leave," he hissed at her handmaiden, who glanced quickly at Luna before bowing and hurrying out of the room.

"Why have you been hiding from me? Do you truly not love me anymore?" Slogan asked softly, moving closer to Luna with a predatory grace. His longing eyes scanned his mate's body with hunger. He hadn't been this close to her in days, and his dragon blood demanded satisfaction.

Luna turned to face him, pulling the dress tightly around herself. "Slogan, you can't just barge in here," she said, her voice trembling. "I need space. We need space."

Slogan's expression softened, but his eyes remained intense. "Space? How can I give you space when you're all I think about? When my very soul aches for you?"

Luna took a step back, her back hitting the dresser. "This isn't just about you, Slogan. You lied to me and you need to leave, now."

His face contorted with pain. "Luna, I was scared to tell you because I thought -," Slogan reached out, his hand trembling as he touched her cheek. But as soon as his fingers brushed her skin, he recoiled. Something was wrong. The scent was off, the texture not quite right, "-Who are you?" he demanded, his voice a low threatening growl.

Luna's eyes widened with panic. "What do you mean? I'm—"

"You're not her," Slogan interrupted, his eyes blazing with fury. He grabbed her throat, pulling her closer as he inhaled deeply. "Where is she?"

The fake Luna struggled, fear evident in her eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Don't lie to me," Slogan hissed, his grip tightening. "I do not like to say the same things twice! Speak now!"

The imposter's facade crumbled, and she looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "I don't know," she whispered. "They just told me to pretend."

Slogan's fury erupted. He kept his grip on the imposter's delicate neck, dragging her out of Luna's room. His mind raced. Luna was gone, and someone had gone to great lengths to hide it from him. His anger burned hotter with each step, and by the time he burst through the doors of the throne room, he was a force of pure rage.

The imposter cried out as Slogan tossed her to the marble floor for all to see. The Sun King and Sun Queen rose from their thrones, startled by his sudden appearance and the commander's aggression. "Slogan, what is the meaning of this?" the king demanded, his voice echoing through the grand hall.

"Where is she?" Slogan roared, his eyes blazing. "And don't you dare lie to me! I know this is not her!"

The queen's eyes widened in disbelief. "You will mind your tongue, Commander Slogan. You stand before your queen and king!" she declared, her voice calm yet stern, her presence commanding respect despite the tension.

"Luna is no longer your concern," the king said, stepping forward to stand protectively in front of his wife. His blue eyes bore into Slogan's soul, unwavering and unyielding.

"She is my mate!" Slogan roared, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "You have hidden her from me, and you will not deny me what is rightfully mine! I will burn all of Yruf to the ground if it means finding her!"

The king stepped forward, his face stern. "I forbid you from leaving this castle, Slogan. You will respect not only your queen and king but also Luna's wishes. Guards—" The king's guards immediately pointed their swords at their commander, taking fighting positions. Reinforcements flooded into the throne room, men and women alike, ready to fight their commander at any given moment. "—seize him."

Slogan, the tall, red-haired elf, laughed loudly, creating a mixture of unease and confusion on everyone's faces. "Respect my king and queen? Seize me? Do not play me for a fool, Azaziel."

The Sun King's eyes widened. "Not here, Slogan. Do not do this. You promised him you wouldn't speak of this until you had an heir."

"And you promised to be my eyes on her! I gave you the power of Solar Sight!" Slogan snapped, his eyes now fixed on the guards before him. "You have been lied to for far too long, my men and women. But today, I will tell you the truth of your so-called king."

Slogan's golden eyes glared at his subjects. "I am the true king of Yruf. I am the one who told your beloved Sun King what to do. What to say. Who to promote. Who to kill." He hissed, circling around the pointed swords, as he looked at all his guards. "It is I who gave you all your rank and title. It is I who knighted you. It is I who tells your king what to do! He listens to me!" Slogan shouted, his black fangs baring at them.

The throne room fell into a stunned silence, the gravity of Slogan's words sinking in. The knights, who had been ready to fight him, now looked at each other in confusion and uncertainty. Whispers filled the room as the shock of the revelation rippled through the ranks.

The Sun King spun around, his face pale with panic. "Tera, take the children and flee to the East border. You'll find sanctuary under the Emperor's watch."

She shook her head, clutching onto her husband. "I won't leave you, Azaziel. We can fight him together. I can't lose you like how we lost Sol." Tears began to form in her eyes, a rare moment of vulnerability she never showed.

Azaziel kissed her softly on the lips. "I love you, Tera. Be strong for our children and our people. Find Luna and tell her what happened here. Her mate must be punished for his actions today."

Azaziel's blue eyes hardened as he turned to his men. The queen reluctantly scurried away as he began to speak. "What he says is true," he admitted, eliciting gasps and shocked faces from his subordinates. "He bestowed his powers upon me after King Sol's tragic passing—the very powers that killed him. And now he intends to do it again. What kind of man is Slogan truly? How can we trust a rampant elf who can't go a day without his urges consuming him?"

The room was filled with tension as Slogan's eyes narrowed. "Shut up," he growled. "Prepare yourself, Azaziel. I will not let you stand in my way any longer."

Azaziel stepped forward, his blue eyes blazing with determination. He began to float, his navy blue cape gracefully flowing in the wind. A radiant solar crown, a circle of bright light, hovered above the king's blonde hair, declaring to all that he was the Sun King. "You might be the true king of Yruf. But remember, Slogan, you're no god."

With a swift motion, the Sun King raised his hand, summoning a powerful solar beam that shot down toward Slogan. The room was bathed in a blinding light, causing the knights to shield their eyes. 

Slogan, now in his demonic form, easily deflected the attack. His tall, imposing figure was clad in black metal armor with red and silver accents. Four huge white bat wings spread out from his back, and a pointed demon tail swished behind him. His sharp cheekbones and jawline were framed by long, black fangs with gold specks, which gleamed as he smiled evilly.

Azaziel steadied himself, his solar crown glowing with intense light as he prepared for another strike. But Slogan was already moving, his demonic form a blur of black and white as he closed the distance between them in an instant. With a roar, Slogan unleashed a torrent of dark energy, the blast slamming into Azaziel and sending him crashing into the throne room wall.

The Sun King struggled to his feet, but Slogan was relentless. He descended upon Azaziel with a fury unmatched, his claws raking through the air and tearing into Azaziel's armor. Azaziel tried to counter with blasts of solar energy, but Slogan's power was overwhelming. Each strike from Slogan sent shockwaves through the room, the ground shaking with the force of their clash.

"Is this the extent of your power, Sun King?" Slogan taunted, his voice a deep, menacing growl. "You humor me."

Azaziel, battered and bloodied, refused to back down. He launched himself at Slogan, aiming a powerful punch at his enemy's head. But Slogan caught his fist with ease, his claws tightening around Azaziel's hand. With a cruel smile, Slogan twisted, the sickening sound of bones breaking echoing through the room.

Azaziel cried out in pain, but Slogan showed no mercy. He drove his knee into Azaziel's gut, doubling him over, before lifting him into the air and slamming him back down to the ground with a thunderous crash. The Sun King's solar crown flickered, the light dimming as he struggled to rise.

Meanwhile, the throne room was in chaos as knights who had once been friends and family now fought against each other. Loyalties had fractured; those loyal to Azaziel clashed fiercely with those who had pledged themselves to Slogan. Swords clanged, and battle cries filled the air as the room became a battlefield. Blood stained the marble floors, and the grand hall resounded with the sounds of combat.

Azaziel, gasping for breath, looked up at Slogan with defiance in his eyes. "This isn't over," he rasped, trying to summon the last of his strength.

But Slogan's laughter filled the room, a sound of pure, unrestrained power. "Oh, but it is, Azaziel. It was over before it started."

With a final, devastating blow, Slogan brought his hand up and began to draw all of Azaziel's powers back into himself. The energy transfer was merciless, and Azaziel's body convulsed as the life was sucked from him. The last bit of air left the Sun King's lungs, his eyes glazing over as the power left his body.

Azaziel lay still, his body broken and defeated.

Slogan stood over his fallen opponent, his eyes blazing with triumph as the solar crown now shined over his head. "Your beloved king is dead! I'am your king now," he declared, his voice echoing through the throne room. "Those who stand with me will be rewarded to see another day. Those who oppose me will perish."

The remaining knights, seeing their king defeated, began to lower their weapons, their faces filled with fear and uncertainty. The battle was over, and Slogan had emerged victorious. The fate of the kingdom now rested in his hands, and the future was his to command.