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Chapter Three: A Curious Obsession
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2026-03-17 08:52:26King Vaelreth’s POV
The throne room emptied slowly after the execution. Demons filtered out in clusters, their conversations echoing against the vast stone walls. The court had been pleased tonight. The death of a traitor always lifted spirits in the citadel. But Vaelreth had long stopped caring about the moods of his court. When the last noble bowed and retreated through the towering doors, silence reclaimed the chamber. It was a silence Vaelreth knew well. Ancient. Heavy. Lonely. The king sat slouched across his throne, one clawed hand resting lazily against the carved bone armrest. The crown upon his head felt colder than usual. His thoughts lingered on the courtyard. On the execution. On the human who had wielded the blade. Adrian. The name rolled slowly through the king’s mind. For seven years the man had served the crown without incident. Efficient. Quiet. Reliable. Nothing about him had demanded attention beyond his usefulness. Until tonight. Tonight, the executioner had looked at him. Not with reverence. Not with fear. Just… acknowledgment. It was unsettling in a way Vaelreth struggled to define. “Your Majesty.” Cassian’s voice broke through the silence. The king’s personal assistant stood several steps below the throne, hands folded neatly behind his back. Cassian had served the crown faithfully for over a century. He was one of the few demons in the kingdom who could speak freely in the king’s presence. Vaelreth tilted his head slightly. “You’ve been watching me.” Cassian allowed himself a faint smile. “I always do.” The king leaned back deeper into the throne. “And what have you noticed?” Cassian chose his words carefully. “That your attention remained on the executioner rather than the prisoner.” Vaelreth chuckled softly. “Perceptive as always.” The assistant remained silent, waiting. Vaelreth’s golden gaze drifted toward the open balcony overlooking the courtyard below. The platform was empty now. The blood had already begun soaking into the ancient stone. “Tell me about him,” the king said. Cassian did not need clarification. “Adrian,” he replied. “Yes.” Cassian began pacing slowly across the chamber floor as he spoke. “He arrived at the citadel seven years ago. The guards brought him in after he crossed the borderlands and killed a demon scout.” Vaelreth remembered that day clearly. The human had been half-dead from wounds, covered in blood that was not entirely his own. Yet he had stood before the throne without trembling. Even then, there had been something strange about him. Cassian continued. “He was originally a hunter. Raised among borderland mercenaries who specialized in killing demons.” “Interesting upbringing,” Vaelreth murmured. “Yes.” Cassian stopped pacing. “But what impressed the court most was his efficiency.” Vaelreth raised an eyebrow. “How many executions?” Cassian thought for a moment. “Three hundred and twelve.” The king’s lips curved slightly. “And never refused an order?” “Never.” Vaelreth tapped his claws lightly against the throne arm. “Does he ever show emotion?” Cassian considered the question carefully. “Rarely.” That answer pleased the king more than he expected. Emotion complicated things. Emotion weakened resolve. But Adrian carried out death with the calm focus of a creature who had long ago accepted its place in the world. “Does he fear me?” Vaelreth asked suddenly. Cassian paused. “A little,” he admitted. The king’s golden eyes flickered with curiosity. “Only a little?” Cassian nodded. “Enough to respect you.” “But not enough to tremble.” “No.” Vaelreth smiled faintly. “Good.” He rose slowly from the throne. The chamber felt different when the king stood. Power rolled through the room like a gathering storm. Vaelreth stepped toward the balcony overlooking the dark city below. The lights of taverns and homes flickered across the lower district like scattered embers. Somewhere down there… Adrian was walking through those streets. Oblivious to the king’s growing fascination. “Cassian,” Vaelreth said quietly. “Yes, my king.” “Keep an eye on him.” Cassian’s brow lifted slightly. “Discreetly, of course.” “Of course.” Vaelreth’s gaze lingered on the city. “I want to know how he lives.” Cassian nodded slowly. “As you wish.” The assistant turned to leave. But just before the doors closed behind him, the king spoke again. “And Cassian?” “Yes?” Vaelreth’s voice lowered. “If anyone harms him…” Cassian did not need the rest of the sentence. The meaning was clear. The Demon King rarely gave warnings twice.
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