Death

Zayne alighted from the car, the door held open by a burly man dressed in all black suit. Zayne was clad in a black shirt and black tailored trousers and a deep frown that seemed to be the makeup of his handsome face.

He stepped down from the car, his gaze landing on the people waiting for him.

"Welcome back, your majesty." they all greeted. While some of them were brave enough to speak without their voice quivering, some of them had failed woefully at that and had their voice quivering at the presence of the Devil King.

"You are most welcome back, King Zayne." Fiona stepped forward just as Zayne took steps forward, ignoring the usual greetings.

"You must be so tired, your majesty. I already made sure that dinner has been prepared in the best way possible and I also ensured that..."

"Fiona." Zayne's deep voice cut Fiona off.

"I want my peace for now." Zayne added and walked into the glorious palace.

As soon as he stepped in, his chilly aura seemed to fall upon the place and the