Chapter Twelve

Blake

Once I depart from Savage's former pack territory, I go on a journey back to my kingdom, eager to share the impending news with my loyal demonic warriors. As the King of Hell, my reign had begun from the very moment I entered this world, but it was my mother Skyler who had ruled over the fiery realm until I was ready to assume the throne. Thus, it is at the tender age of sixteen that I officially ascended to the position of the ruler of hell, ready to embrace the responsibilities and challenges that lay ahead.

Finally reaching home, I enter my castle just as my guards arrive.

“Master Blake, what can we do for you this fine evening?” one guard asks.

“Get all the warriors lined up.” I demand as I head to the throne room.

The guards quickly nod and scatter to gather the demonic warriors. As I enter the grand throne room, the flickering torches illuminate the faces of my loyal subjects, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and reverence. I make my way to the throne, the weight o