Novel & Cerita I Became The Tyrant's Servant

My mind is hazy. I try to focus on Lucius words, but I am too weak. "Now I am going to do something far more fitting," Lucius says. "Get her," he roars. Two servants appear out of nowhere. They grab me. "No!" I scream. But the blackness is growing inside of me. I feel myself slipping away. I feel despair. I am in the servants' arms. This can't be happening. I try to fight. I try to get to Tanner.

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

Just as the High Priest was about to announce me as the Luna Queen, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the hall, cutting through the solemnity like a knife. A young servant, his face pale and eyes wide with a mix of fear and resolve, stumbled into the center of the room. The crowd murmured in surprise, their attention shifting to the unexpected intruder. My brows arched as I waited for him to say what he wanted. He could be a victim of the plague from smaller villages who needs our help— “My king!” the servant called out, his voice trembling but loud enough to be heard by all. “I beg your forgiveness, but I cannot stay silent any longer.”

Yes, today should finally be a day that runs smoothly. ~~~~~ -LUCIFER- “Please, my King! Have mercy!” The demon servant begged on his knees before me. As it turns out, I’ll be killing two birds with one stone in this trip to the Citadel of Sorrows. The traitor in my palace and the demon cunt that sees herself fit to be a queen...what a laugh. “I don’t understand the lack of loyalty from you.” I say looking down at the servant in disgust. “You were compensated well for your work, your family taken care of and yet you still betray me and my Queen...for what?”

The whips are made of pulled iron which is not as devastating as silver but burns pretty well. I don’t recognise him when he becomes like this, and it is for this reason I sometimes wish I never became his maid. Lent was the last person I expected I would be struck by. I feel like a retard, like I’m stuck on things that happened ages ago while everyone else has left me behind. Lent is not the same male I used to know, and yet my expectations of him remain high so it always hits different when he becomes a tyrant. “Your only goal is to serve me, and you must never neglect your duty for any reason,”

Emily was the perfect tool to tear Serena’s power away. “I won’t kill you today,” I announced, cold satisfaction settling into my bones. “Instead, you will serve her. Raise your head.” Serena obeyed. A thick smear of blood was already dripping down her forehead from the impact of the stone, and the sight of her humiliation was deeply amusing. “She will supervise every single thing you do,” I commanded. “And you will serve her with all your heart, or I will hand you over to the executioner.” “Yes, sire,” Serena choked out, her voice trembling. “I will serve her with everything I have.”

She shut her eyes for a moment and in no time screamed a second time, her hands propelled forward, about to hit her when a loud voice came from behind. “Enough. That's enough.” Everyone anticipating Eirlys next move, dispersed themselves and acted all composed. Eirlys turned her head, slowly releasing her hold on the girl. They were no different from each other based on their looks. Both in their 20’s. “What's going on here?” The voice came again. It was the Tyrant. The Alpha of the pack. He walked amidst the prisoners while three guards walked behind him. Everyone bowed their heads as he walked past them. They all knew the Tyrant for his ruthless judgement and the way he dealt with slaves l

被迫直视那双深邃的眼睛，林依兰终于开口说道：“你是反叛组织的首领。” “为什么？” “我养伤期间大概猜到了一些。”他充满压迫感的目光迫使她继续说道，“谁敢在贫民窟里公然窝藏士兵？谁能让前任首领的儿子保持沉默？谁敢从秀娃基地掠夺武器？谁能给我一块水晶，让我可以在贫民窟里自由出入，免受流浪汉的骚扰……”

“You’re no better than the other Alphas that hunt us down. Worse, even.” Murmurs of agreement rippled through the kneeling rogues. The air was thick with tension, the kind that could either break into violence or something else entirely. I studied her for a long moment before exhaling, shaking my head slightly. “You think I enjoy this?” My voice was softer now, the edge of steel replaced with something almost contemplative. Sera narrowed her eyes, thrown off by the shift. “Don’t pretend you’re some reluctant tyrant.” I smiled. “No, I’m no tyrant, Sera. Tyrants take and take until there’s nothing left.” I gestured vaguely. “But look around you. I don’t take—I build.”

Ivy whispered, her head falling back against his shoulder. "Let them," Dante replied, his voice a low, possessive vow. "Tyranny is just another word for a world that has finally found its center. I spent a lifetime building cages for other people, Ivy. Now, I’ve built a world that is a cage only for us. And I’m never letting you out." The "Inherited Pulse" reached a crescendo, a rhythmic thrumming in their blood that matched the flickering lights of the city below. They were the sovereigns of the heights. They were the architects of the Mercury Throne.