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He even gave one of his imps a desk outside of his throne, equipped with a laptop, printer, and cellphone. There’s nothing more laughter-inducing than watching a green, two feet tall imp with hooves and horn on its head wearing a business suit. Sitting back in my seat, I run through possible scenarios rationalizing the existence of the new creatures. Could it be that someone is creating these new creatures? But to what end? Most of the lords and his people are blood-bound to Lucifer. And from what I gathered, most of them are happy with their stations. Lucifer is generous to those who are loyal to him.

I began to play it while waiting for his answer. "I'm Lord Liam Davis of the northern fortress, alpha king of blue moon territories and the commander of the emperor's heaven's mandate armies. Address me properly and don't embarrass yourself." He said haughtily, in that characteristically cold way of his. I smiled again and stopped playing the zither, maintaining my smile. "I'm the emperor's woman. You serve my husband, so why do I need to be servile before you?" I asked coldly, watching him clench his fist and scoff.

“Mattel’s kingdom will be the first to fall to ashes, for their foolishness.” Edgar rolls his eyes. “And you will be the one to eliminate him, then? Not wait for his curse to knock at his door?. That’s cowardice if you ask me.” In a head to head confrontation - the only kind of confrontation that Imari is known for - it is well settled that Prince Imari cannot hope to outmatch King Mattel. Imari snarls. “With our two houses, he will go down, or we’ll start with Damian’s kingdom perhaps?.”

Kade better hurry up on his end, or I’m going to burn this place to the ground with all of them inside. “You? You think you’re going to take down the empire I’ve created? That’s rich, really. Even with all your money, there isn’t anything you can do that Scotland Yard and MI-6 haven’t already tried. Even that flash drive you stole from my business is useless, so I would be careful what threats you want to throw out there,” Duncan warns, taking a step closer to me.

He oozed a cold aura, making me feel like I was standing in the middle of Siberia, facing the arctic winds. So, he was the future villainous emperor, Dante Scheledrus Wyrm, the second prince of Sephyr Empire. It seemed like he hadn't killed his father yet and ascended to the throne. How did I know? In the web novels, the powerful characters would always have a cold aura and penetrating dark eyes. Especially, the male leads would always be extremely handsome and the masochistic female leads would always tremble before them while being supposedly 'pampered' and tossed around on the bed by them.

I bite my lower lip and sighed deeply. " We should go. " he politely said, resting his hand on my lower back. " He's Antonio Rego, younger brother of my father. He is also mafia. He decided things are good or bad for his people. He likes everything to work according to him. You'll speak when it requires. " he said and caught sight of me. " I had heard, you are the Emperor." I asked, " You didn't talk about it. I was thinking um.. " I stopped.

" That's -" " not possible ?" finished Jacob with a mocking sneer " you have no idea what's possible in this world , Bella . Everyone are not as kind as you , my father for instance , he loves his reputation , his image like he never loved his children . His company , his business is his literal God , he won't accept anything less than perfect , and why will her ? it will taint his shining armour wouldn't it ?"

Then came the sound of hooves. At first, I didn't think much of it — travelers and merchants often passed through our village. But when I stepped outside, I saw the dust rising, the banners snapping in the wind, and the armored men riding closer in formation. Then I saw him. Darius Venn. He wasn't a king, though he fancied himself one. A warlord — brutal, ambitious, the kind of man who built power from other men's ashes. His armor was blackened steel, his red cloak torn at the edges and crusted with dried blood. I'd heard the stories — how his blade never stayed clean, how villages that resisted him never stood again.

The words were spoken too clearly, too deliberately, for anyone to mistake them. A proposal. Not whispered in secret, but declared in front of both councils. Gasps rippled through the chamber. ⸻ “Outrageous,” snapped Lord Edrien, Lucien’s most loyal councilor. He slammed a jeweled fist against the table. “She is bound already. The bond cannot be broken.” “Cannot?” drawled an imperial lord, sipping wine lazily. “Or will not? You speak of shadows, not law. The Empire sees no chains where none are written.”

Was it funny? "I am fine, I am fine," Olgarias raised his chin and looked into his eyes. "Tell me the whole story, Ran." So, to follow his command, Ran started his own version of what he had been in the battle. He said that a new rival had emerged there, a powerful witch named Hadassah. Then he also informed his master that his older brother Moriah had been possessed by a real legend the Lord of Life, and after that powerful witch had vanquished him in a 'One versus One' fight, he had just disappeared in the air. Two of three portions of Moriah's army were dead and to everybody's surprise, that witch hadn't claimed for the throne. She had just winked Lord Nrikawn and also vanished in the win