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Lucius immediately slid the ring onto her ring finger and the smile that etched onto her face couldn’t be described no more. Their lips collided once again. The butterflies inside her fluttered and it felt that the planets, the sun, moon, and the stars were the ones that revolved around them. This was a happy-ever-after that she didn’t know she would have. She’s gone through a lot and she didn’t mind it all. The only relevant at this time was how happy she has become. Her father lived again and her mother was happy. And lastly, the Hell’s King has come to fill her empty and gloomy heart.

"This is good news! You can go back home now!" Helen was right; this was good news. I should be happy, ecstatic even. Instead, agony twisted my insides, uncontrollable sobs breaking from my lips like a dam had burst. The king was serious about pushing me away. This couldn't be happening! I thought we were making progress! Helen looked at me in shock and concern, while the soldier left after delivering his message. "What's wrong? Why are you crying so hard? Isn't this what you've always wanted?"

They mean to enter undetected, making a grand entrance at the ceremony itself, running George’s plans in the most dramatic of fashions. I worry for them, for Caleb and for Tristan, while also wishing I could be there to see the shock on George’s face. The King is only gone fifteen minutes when another soldier bursts through the entrance of the warehouse, panting so hard, he looks like he might keel over. “Where is the king?” the soldier asks, looking around. “I have a message.” “Rest yourself, son,” says one of the older woman non-combatants. “Sit down before you fall down.”

Jordan got the message and left hurriedly. "Come back here, mister." Jordan did so promptly wearing the most humble look he had ever sported. "Are you that famous actor, Jordan Bells?" The soldier asked softer questions this time around. He was giving Jordan the look again. Jordan nodded gently, unable to form words. "Can you sign a few shirts for my friend?" He asked almost in whispers now. Jordan was awed; he had not expected that request. He went around him. "You know me, don’t you? Yes, I knew it. How can she say she does not know me? Everyone in Yusama knows me; even the King of Yusama watches my movies." Jordan boasted excitedly.

He crouched to my level and grabbed my chin in a gentle hold. I didn't push him away when he moved closer to me and swiped his tongue over the cuts he had inflicted on my lips earlier. "I've wanted to do that for so long; too long." "Taste a Thompson's blood." The poison that was always in his voice, for the first time was the only thing I could hear. "Go to sleep, Tiger." Was the last thing I heard before darkness consumed me whole.

mountains skip beneath our giant strides, our shield have tasted the sweetness of blood, our hearts have been taught the ways of war, the night has become our day, our eyes could see through the walls, one of our men can bring down thousands of men, the songs of sorrow we hear, are from afar, we have wrecked havoc on the kingdoms of mother earth, our eyes are full of blood, our teeth have bit off the the flesh of elephants our nose perceive the scent of blood, we the Kingdom of Odudu are the men of war." The troupe of warriors shouted at the top of their voices after they had recited the Anthem, Adesuna, looked sternly at his father, when his father smiled, he smiled back. The next day, when

The King smiled. A sad smile. Then: "This has always been my duty." Lightning exploded overhead. The monster roared. The darkness surged closer. Then the King looked at his soldiers. His ancient warriors. The men and women who had waited thousands of years. Then: "My friends." Silence. Then every warrior stood straighter. Prouder. Then: "Fight one last time." Every warrior slammed a fist against their chest. BOOM. The sound echoed through the throne room. Then the King turned back to Thomas.

Somewhere in the distance, a man sang: How can you say that you don't have clothes? Let's share the heavy robe, The emperor is raising troops Let's make you lances shine You foe is mine! You foe is mine! You foe is mine! You foe is mine! How can you say that you don't have clothes? Let's share the coat, The emperor is raising troops Let's make you lances shine You foe is mine! You foe is mine! You foe is mine! You foe is mine! How can you say that you don't have food?

From the king himself, “The King summons you immediately.” ‎ Oliver’s eyes narrowed, lips pressing into a thin line. “Now?” His hands rested on the hips of his trousers, dust marking the skin, fingers flexing. The soldier shifted slightly, a subtle acknowledgment of the respect he held for him despite his status. “Yes, Oliver. His Majesty expects you at the palace without delay.” When the exchange was over, the soldier mounted his horse again and rode off.

she called, smiling a smile that had no warmth, "and we will spare your kingdom." A ripple of fear passed through the ranks. For a single heartbeat, the world seemed to hold its breath. I stepped forward. And I let my voice crack like a whip through the dark. "Over my dead body." The army roared in answer. A roar that shook the stones under our feet, that lifted into the storm and drowned out the cult’s whispering. Helios raised his sword high, catching a bolt of lightning in its gleaming blade. I felt the celestial magic ignite inside me, white-hot, pure, unbreakable.