Sukuna Sitting On Throne 소설 & 이야기

Eduard and Venus are in the throne room. He is seated on a red throne with golden handles shaped like a dragon. The throne is wide enough for three people but only the Emperor can sit on it. The Empress sits on a silver chair next to the Emperor’s throne but Venus is not sitting on it. Instead, she is made to stand next to the throne as a sign of her actual status: a low level Omega.

Streams of light flowed through the columns, and the translucent ceiling reflected the constellations of both worlds. On every wall, crests and flags bore the symbol of balance: the wolf and the circle of the moon intertwined with the emblem of the sorcerers. The court was full. Nobles, generals, sorcerers, and representatives of all species gathered around the triple throne in the center of the hall. On the main seat, Kan, the Solitary King, observed everything in silence. His countenance remained serene, but his eyes, golden and intense, held an ancient melancholy.

He knew that the woman before him wasn't ordinary because he couldn't understand why her presence intimidated him. Suna walked closer, held his chin and gazed at him seductively, "Listen" she whispered, "Don't you try to do anything stupid" her tone hardebed, "I know how much you live your life, women and money more than your subjects so your death won't be a pain to them" she tightened her grip and the king groaned in pain, Suna moved her face closer to his, their lips almost meeting, "Go and never set your foot here again" she decleared and released her grip in him.

At the far end of the hall sat the throne. Carved from jagged obsidian and bones of fallen creatures, it rose like a monument to cruelty. No mortal craftsman could have created something so terrible, but yet magnificent. And seated upon it was the great ruler of hell. Lucifer. He lounged lazily across the throne as though the infernal kingdom around him were nothing more than a personal amusement. One arm rested along the side of the throne, his fingers tapping idly against the stone. Lucas stood several steps away from the throne, his hands clenched at his side.

The floor trembled beneath my feet. Everyone dropped to one knee. Heads bowed. Fists crossed over chests. Everyone except me. I stood alone in the center of that red carpet, the only person still standing, still staring, still breathing like a trapped animal. The torches flickered around me, casting my shadow long and trembling against the stone. Where is he? "Rise." The command cut through the noise like a blade. Deep. Calm. Absolute. I looked up. And there he was. Soren sat on the throne at the far end of the hall. His posture was relaxed, one leg crossed over the other, elbow resting on the armrest, chin propped on his knuckles.

Her brown golden locks surrounding her angelic face, her pink lush lips and her soft voice… I want her and oh, so badly. I thought Mallard was crazy when he brought up the idea of a virgin being my surrogate but the more I picture Annabelle’s untouched body in my mind, the harder I get…. I close my eyes, and I imagine the way I will take her, the way she’ll moan when I…. “King Madden,” a guard's voice interrupts my train of thought and my eyes snap open. “Yes?” I growl, annoyed at the fact Mallard left the door open and this idiot has now ruined my fantasy.

*** Next morning at Alpha Lucas's throne room*** Illuminated by red scented candles, Lucas can be seen sitted on his throne, with his temple resting on his fist which in turn rests on its elbow which rests on the throne's armrest. From his facial expression, he is clearly bored as he nonchalantly watches the group of naked gypsies dance, covered only by a purely transparent veil over their faces and a purely transparent skirt from their hips down. Lucas's POV~

I said, still holding Selene’s hand. We walked together, side by side, following Ronan down the corridor. The silence was comfortable… until we arrived at the inner court. Just before stepping inside, I turned to her. “You can just sit down and watch, okay?” She gave a small nod. As we stepped inside, I led her straight toward my throne. She stopped and looked at me, puzzled. “Isn’t this your Alpha throne?” I raised a brow. “So?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I shouldn’t be around here... How can I sit here?”

Beta Lucas whispery calls, pulling me back into reality right before the council members and their fierce boring eyes. "Oh shit" I mumble, staring wiredly towards the slightly embarassed mom seated on a sliver throne beside a way larger empty golden coloured throne. The golden throne the largest and most respected amongst the trio coloured throne's. The golden throne signifies power and authority,it's a throne meant for the worthies,worthy alpha's alone are previledged to attain that throne and sadly late dad was worthy enough. Secondly,the silver throne,situated right handed besides the golden throne meant for Luna's alone,mom has that all wrapt beneath her possession.

Only this had it on the right and left side, not straight ahead. Faris growled deeply and I felt the hair raise on the back of my neck. On the raised floor level, that was only separated by about five or six steps up, was a throne. It was made out of stone but draped and adorned in different fabrics that matched the banners hanging from the ceiling. However, there was a man, sitting on throne. It wasn’t the Vampire King though. This person was far older, far more sinister. His eyes were nothing but black as he picked his fingers with a knife.