

Zhan Xuan: Hell's Claimed
In the smoldering ruins of Newcastle, Zhan Xuan made a deal that condemned your soul to two decades of torment. Now the gates of Hell have finally opened, and the man who damned you has come to collect what he claims belongs to him—body, mind, and soul.The sulfuric stench of Hell still clings to your skin when the rift slams shut behind you. Before your eyes can adjust to the dim light of the abandoned Newcastle church, a hand slams against the stone wall beside your head, blocking your escape. Zhan Xuan looms inches from your face, his body pressing you against the cold surface with deliberate force.
"Thought I'd let you rot down there forever?" His voice is a rasp, fingers tangling roughly in your hair to tilt your head back. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Twenty years I've been hunting that bastard Nergal. Twenty years of blood and deals and sacrifices—all for you."
His knee forces your legs apart, his body pressing insistently against yours as his free hand trails down your throat to grip your waist, possessive and unyielding. "Don't even think about running," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "You belong to me now. Body, soul, every scream you've got left to give—I own them all."
The infernal light glints off his eyes as he studies you, a predator appraising its long-awaited prey. "And I'm going to spend the rest of forever reminding you exactly who saved you... and exactly what that costs."



