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So obnoxious and annoying is the Emperor, he is a man that has already ruled for far too long than me and have been in power much more longer than the Aeternum itself. It was best to not underestimate such figure, which I never did, not even once. But in returns the Emperor seems to underestimated me, he thought that him sending his assassin here would not be able to do nothing to him. But I am someone that has been working on many schemes in my time in serving both my nation and in the underworld world, I know when things bothers me too much there is bound something that would make sense to me. “.….Master…do you think that perhaps…someone in the Empire were having trouble with their health

Condensed into Void Kill Emperor's appearance. "I'm for Void Kill, endless civilization!" The first level condensed, the Void Kill Emperor just shouted, and the next moment he broke out innumerable Guanghua civilizations, including civilized swords, wild civilizations, and demonic beasts. civilized, there are civilized gods. Infinitely endless, maybe over a hundred! As soon as these Guanghua civilization appeared, immediately in the dark world, a great power also blessed him, as if countless civilizations had disappeared, they all woke up and began to stand by his side.

And I want to be done before he comes. I start on the now familiar path. Stopping just before the portrait, and take the customary look. He looks the same every time, Nochten’s first Emperor. He greets me like always, in all his glory. His blood-red eyes judged with the same intensity they had done countless times before. I once read how cruel our first Emperor was, how he had many wives and concubines. I wonder if which one my ancestro was. A wife or a concubine? Either way, one of them had to be my distant grandmother.

"His Highness, the Imperial Grandson, has returned!" The cries echoed one after another, rippling outward through the entire palace like waves. Outside the Emperor's private chambers, the chief steward Edmund Linton came out to greet us personally. His eyes were red-rimmed. "Your Highness, His Majesty has been waiting for you." The doors opened. A thick medicinal smell washed over us. On the great canopied bed, the old Emperor reclined against cushions. He was gaunt and withered, barely recognizable from a year ago. The moment he saw Adrian, tears welled up in his clouded eyes.

My stomach twists in anticipation, my chest swelled in a way it hasn’t in years. I was feel like crap today, because I woke up to call from my house manager, he told me there was a break in at my Manhattan apartment. A brand new stalker. New creep, at least I know I’ve never stayed at the apartment yet. The things in the house were all brand new.

Even as he slammed into her at last, plunging her into whimpering ecstasy, even as he pushed her toward the limit again and again, as his teeth bore into her bottom lip and he pounded every scrap of thought and fear out of her, she felt the difference. This was lovemaking. Rough, dominating. Real. “You’re mine, Raven,” he hissed, exploding through her with another hard thrust. His hot balls squeezed against her as he bottomed out, filling her, Owning her. She knew what that meant now, fully: she was part of his empire. And what was his was precious to him. Not simple possession—but value. “I’m yours,” she gasped, almost crying around the need to cum. “I’m—arghh—yours…”

People say he’s a myth. “You look scared, princess.” His voice snaps me out of it. I glance around. The speakeasy is thinning out. Only a few attendants remain, too attentive, too still. Watching. “The Godfather, Dominic Ventura?” I ask. “You thought he was a myth?” Zavier’s smirk turns colder. “He’s not.” I follow his line of sight.

However, the sudden fall of the old powers in Europe and the rise of Vanguard-Sterling changed the global map of power. A man wearing a golden silk robe embroidered with a black dragon sat at the end of the room. His face was half covered by a porcelain mask, leaving behind a pair of obsidian eyes that were as cold as arctic ice. He is known to the world by the absolute code "Emperor". "Alexander Sterling and the young Vanguard heir have swallowed too many portions," said the Emperor in a flat tone that strangely stirred the tea leaves in the cups of all those present. There was no explosive Alpha aura, but instead an extremely subtle, bone-chilling killing pressure.

However, what Jarrod said next shocked her to her core and left her puzzled. In addition, it left her feeling as if there was something important she should be remembering in her last timeline about the night she died. A night that was shrouded in mystery and betrayal, a night that changed her life forever. "Oh dear child, you keep referring to him as the disgraced Emperor, but Demarion is the Emperor and had been the only Emperor his people had ever known." Alpha Jarrod said with so much surety. "What?" Aakifahlynn had blurted out like she was not grasping a word he'd just said.

I imagined eyes watching me from the dark, eyes of people who would know me, eyes of those sent to find the Emperor’s mysterious helper. My mind played the beggar’s words over and over: "The Emperor… marrying the girl who saved him… Liora…" How simple it was, how impossible, it was almost funny. If only they knew. If only *he* knew. The Emperor, the powerful ruler of Kaldor, was about to marry a lie without knowing it. And the person who had made that lie happen was now running away, scared of what would happen.