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Apparently, the Daemon Emperor had once conspired with Adrian's subordinates to ambush him. However, Adrian had managed to annihilate the traitors and sealed this Daemon Emperor. Now, fate had brought them together again. "If I killed you once, I can kill you again." Adrian stood tall, his white robes fluttering in the air. The Daemon Emperor was stunned into silence. "This is impossible! You're not that mortal boy!" "Is that so? In this life, your end has come, and so has the era of the daemons." Adrian's voice was calm yet resolute. He stretched out his hand.

He looked like a dark god, cut from pale marble and left to breathe. The Vampire Emperor wore a tailored suit in charcoal and crimson. His hair was raven-black, his eyes, not that bright feral ruby my soldiers had, but a deep abyssal maroon. He didn’t sneer or play at being cruel. He didn’t need to. He just radiated an ancient, suffocating calm, way more terrifying than the Prince’s loud explosive temper. He didn’t have to shout over the wind. He spoke straight into my mind. You wield the fire of the earth, little Luna, the Emperor’s voice pressed in, cold and smooth as polished glass. But fire cannot burn a vacuum. If your ghost-ships touch my blood-barrier, your entire armada will be atomi

However, my current mood and situation does not leave enough room for me to sympathize with other people. “I am an old man already. I want you to take over the throne as soon as possible, and more importantly, I want to see the face of my grandchild. You will do your duty and pick some women to bed in order to produce an heir!” the Emperor replied sternly. His words were final.

They hired out the dirty work, looking the other way. But Kade Sinclair never took his eye off the target, and he never surrendered control. The more delicate, the more dangerous, the more difficult an operation, the closer he was to the action. That’s how you kept a firm grip on what you built. That’s how you succeeded. Power was not a thing you could deputize out. Power didn’t work like that. Power was lives and livelihoods in your hands. He knew he was not a good man. He had never aspired or pretended to be. He was what he was: an apex predator.

’ I say and lunge toward it, striking it across the throat, only for it to vanish and reappear moments later. ‘What!’ I say, stepping back. Someone claps behind me. I turn to face a man stepping out from the shadows towards me with a smile. ‘It’s not very often someone attempts to strike and kill my pet Blood Dwellers,’ he says and holds his hands, palms down beside him. Black demonic dogs flicker, appearing under his hands. He pats them gently. They have fangs three times as long as vampires. I watch as the Blood Dwellers twitch and flicker as if they are apparitions. Their eyes are red, blood red. The same eyes that had surrounded Micah and me. The Blood Dwellers are real.

The Four Emperor from Dragon Clan, Slay Clan, River Clan and Drain Clan has a guest with them, there are three people by each Clan's. The Five Emperor entered the golden gate as they all walk in highly. The Emperor of Dragon Clan which is the Empress, is named Zenneth. The Slay Clan's Emperor is Zerges, the brother of The Emperor in Claw Clan and Zerzus. The Drain Clan's Emperor is Fictov and lastly, The name of the Emperor of River Clan is Avesher. There is only one Empress in the Five of them and the rest of the four is all Emperor's. Zelia look at them and slightly bow her head. The Four Emperor already start walking to the Meeting Hall.

I played the part of the broken, overwhelmed Omega perfectly. ​We walked through hallways of gold and bone until we reached the garden. ​There, sitting on a throne of living vines, was a man. He didn't look old. He looked timeless. His hair was a blinding white, and his eyes were the same sun-gold as the armor of his guards. ​The Emperor. Solas. ​He stood as we approached, his presence so overwhelming it felt like the air itself was bowing. He walked toward me, his movements slow and graceful.

Suddenly, an otherworldly voice emanated from beneath the earth, "I...I've received my orders from the Heavens and will live and prosper forever!" As the voice died off, a human figure darted out of the ground. His eyes were black, and wisps of black mist were seeping out of them. He was about two and a half meters tall and wore the robes and crown on an emperor. A peerless sword slightly more than a meter long was in his hand, and he gave off the commanding aura of a monarch. He was an emperor from an ancient era and had been dead for more than a millennia. Somehow, he had accumulated an intense grudge over the past millennia and had turned into an undead - the 1000 year old Corpse King.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.