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Chapter 1 – The Silence Before the Shatter
[Henrique's Perspective]
Before the fall, Henrique used to smile.
He was an ordinary man, but whole: forty years old, father of three, a hardworking employee at a container transport company in Luanda's port. The pay was low, but he always brought home bread and milk. Even when exhausted, he still played with his children on the worn rug in their living room.
He wasn't perfect — but he was present.
Until he lost everything.
Not all at once, but like someone bleeding from within… slowly.
First, the company was sold. And the new owner, arrogant and spiteful, fired him out of jealousy — because of Lívia.
"I should be the man she chose, not you," the boss whispered before signing the dismissal notice.
Henrique tried to explain, beg, resist — but it was pointless.
Unemployed. Humiliated. Broken.
After that, the food ran out. The lights were cut off. Neighbors whispered behind closed doors.
And Lívia... changed.
At first, he thought it was the stress. That she was just tired.
But one night, she came home late. And she didn't smell like the street.
She wore another man's cologne.
Henrique didn't ask. He just looked at her.
And Lívia answered with cold eyes:
"You're no longer the man I married."
The next day, she left — suitcase packed, heart locked shut.
She left the kids. Took only the silence.
Now, almost a year later, Henrique couldn't recognize himself in the mirror.
His once-strong body was thin and hunched.
His grown-out beard hid deep eye bags. His breath reeked of cheap alcohol.
He sat on the kitchen floor with a plastic bottle of homemade liquor, while his children slept in the next room.
Sónia tried to take care of her brothers. Miro coughed all night. Leandro… was starting to realize his father was broken.
"Dad…" Sónia whispered one day. "Is mom coming back?"
Henrique answered with a sip.
He didn't know what to say.
Because deep down… he feared Lívia might be right.
[Lívia's Perspective]
The cigarette burned between her fingers.
The glass of wine sat untouched on the marble countertop.
The city outside the balcony looked like a dead fish, its lights flickering in the dark.
Lívia walked through the apartment like a ghost.
She no longer slept well.
The men she brought to bed never stayed. The pleasure was gone. The hatred… constant.
She hated Henrique.
But she hated even more the guilt of leaving him with the kids.
"You started fading," she told the mirror. "And I… turned grey beside you."
She had tried to save him.
Tried to make him smile again.
Tried to keep the house standing.
But with every gesture, he grew colder. Emptier.
"He died inside… long before I left."
Or at least… that's what she convinced herself to believe.
[Henrique's Perspective]
That afternoon, Henrique went out to try again.
He knocked on doors, handed out wrinkled resumes, pleaded with old coworkers.
Nothing. No replies. Just cold stares and slammed doors.
On the way back, he bought two stale loaves of bread with his last coins.
But something was wrong in the sky.
"Dad, what's that?" Leandro asked.
Henrique looked up.
And froze.
Above the clouds, a rift was opening — as if the sky itself were being torn from the inside out.
From it descended massive crystals, red and gold, like frozen flames.
"Inside! Close the door!" he yelled.
The ground trembled.
Buildings began to collapse.
Lights burst in explosions.
Screams echoed through the city. Screams… and roars.
Henrique shielded his children with his body.
The ceiling threatened to cave in.
And then… she appeared.
Through the dust and chaos, she walked as if the world obeyed her.
A woman with obsidian-dark skin, golden eyes that held galaxies, and a flawless body wrapped in living tattoos.
But the strangest thing…
Only Henrique could see her that way.
"Who… are you?" he gasped.
"I am Kiala," she said. "And I came before the fall consumes you."
She snapped her fingers.
A spear of energy shot through the roof, burning off the arm of a monster that had emerged.
"Will you choose to live… or keep dying slowly?"
Henrique looked at his weeping children.
"I… want to live."
She reached out her hand.
And in that moment, the world collapsed.
[Lívia's Perspective]
On the other side of the city, on the 18th floor of a luxury building, Lívia fell to her knees.
The lights went out. The balcony glass shattered on its own.
And a cold wind entered — whispering with voices.
"Crimson Empress… awaken."
She saw the mirror tremble.
And in its reflection…
She was no longer human.
Her eyes burned blood red, like fresh vengeance.