C23 Aiden Takes the Throne

The estate was no longer silent. It pulsed. It breathed. It obeyed.

Aiden stood at the center of the grand library, bare-chested and barefoot. Candles flickered in patterns around him, casting ancient symbols in firelight. Scrolls, tomes, and artifacts hovered around his head like satellites. His voice shifted seamlessly between tongues—Latin, Old Norse, Sumerian, Enochian