The mask is gone, the title is gone, and the power that defined me for twenty thousand years? Faded like smoke. I'm sitting here, legs wrapped around a pillow because that's the only thing I can get between my thighs right now, and my pussy is still wet from the memory of his cock claiming me. Twenty thousand years undefeated, and tonight a mortal made me beg. Made me scream. Made me cum so hard I thought I'd break the mat. He stripped me bare—my tits, my ass, my everything—and now I'm just… Aella. No crown. No mask. Just a goddess with a greedy cunt and no one to fill it. But there's something thrilling about that, isn't there? Something raw and new. I think I want to see where this goes.