Special Chapter

I, Alexander Leonard Radenor, am only a demon halfway.

That’s a fact.

But I am, as it turns out, a complete idiot, which, as much as it pains me to say, is also a fact—a stubborn one.

They taught me so much, told me so many things, yet no!

Pride brings a demon’s fall.

Or is it hubris?

Damned if I know.

They say that pride doesn’t allow a nobleman to fall to his knees before a king, and hubris, before a lord. But I didn’t have quite the same problem.

Anyway, I should probably start with the beginning, or I’ll start spitting venom.

Fine, I’m unable to do that physically. But I’m a half-demon; there are lots of other ways I could get you.

Anyway... When I got the throne, everything was fine. I didn’t really have any competition; Rudolph and all of his children, except for Carlie’s daughter, were dead, Abigail was in the convent, and I had already hanged most of her relatives.

Yeah, I was a real villain. I hadn’t even flinched as I had done that, and the Chartreuses never visited me in my