Underground King Tokyo Ghoul の小説・ストーリー

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

He was T, the invisible assassin who had been operating undercover in Japan and the United States for the past two years. He was called invisible because whether he was in control of the underworld or business, he operated behind the scenes and never appeared in public. Only in recent years has he started to show himself more often. Itou Tokugawa glanced around and walked up to them, saying to Maxwell, "Mr. Maxwell, I can overlook the fact that you killed Chiyoko, and I can offer the antidote for Miss Flora's poisoning for free. But we need to renegotiate the agreement, not just on the surface but also involving our Yota Gang's share of the underworld business profits..."

There was a muddle stair below that could take them downstairs. The king took a step in and then two as he walked down the alley to the Underground dungeon where high-ranking creatures with great powers like the witches were kept. Hugo followed behind but not after taking his firewood that was lit with fire along with him, they both entered the dark dungeon. The king could feel the stares on him and he could care less about it. It was a wide-open dungeon space with different cells on the sides. Some people were in a cell, few were holding onto the rods of the cell that caged them in.

I bowed there, frozen stiff with fear. I could not help but wonder why it took me this long to realise that I was In the same room With Juan Morello. The notorious kingpin and son of the Mafia king, Don Morello. “Well I had him in my grasp till I was attacked at his place and followed me to mine. Do you mind explaining that?” Miguel asked. I could feel the uneasy weight of Juan stare even though I wasn't looking at him. “I don't want him here.” Juan said to Miguel while referring to me, “he makes me feel uneasy.”

Probably because he had not. “I found it,” he said before I could even close the door behind him. “The Rogue King’s private quarters, where he rests.” “Where?” “They’re beneath the main Rogue Compound. There’s an underground setup where nobody is allowed except him. The guards are all mutants or undead. It’s huge and heavily guarded by hundreds of them.” He pulled out a map and spread it on my kitchen table. I looked at the marked location. “How sure are you?” “Very sure. I saw it myself.” His hands shook as he pointed to different areas on the map. “This is the main entrance.”

The guards tensed but I spoke before they did, “I am Jason, son of Elder Michael of Shadowclaw.” They looked at each other before one of them said, “Welcome Alpha Jason of Shadowclaw. The king has been expecting you. I will escort you.” The underground palace was a series of chambers carved from rock and reinforced with timber so old it had gone black. Torches burned at irregular intervals and the shadows cast eerie shadows against the wall. Nothing about the place had been built for comfort or welcome.

"The King isn't in Joren. And he isn't in the Prince." The ground beneath the fountain began to crack. The black oil bubbled and rose, forming the shape of a massive, rotting hand that gripped the edge of the stone. "Then where is he?" Elara asked, her voice trembling. Thomas smiled. "He's right under your feet. And he’s very, very hungry." The courtyard exploded upward. A giant, skeletal figure draped in royal silk climbed out of the earth, its eyes burning with the same black fire as the lightning that had struck Korth.

Aurora’s pale face turned even whiter. “He’s found the King’s Chamber.” ⸻ “No…” Seraphina whispered. “Please tell me he hasn’t.” ⸻ Aurora slowly closed her eyes. “It’s too late.” ⸻ Underground Palace Alessio cautiously walked closer. Every instinct told him to leave. Every memory told him to stay. Only a few steps now separated him from the crystal coffin. He looked inside. The sleeping king appeared peaceful. Almost… Human. Not a monster. Not a ghost.

Elena wanted to explain everything, she wanted to tell him what had happened but the words disappeared from her mind completely. She couldn’t explain anything at all. And... … Meanwhile, deep beneath the earth... The Underworld. Hundreds of thousands of Umbreals stood waiting, growing stronger day by day as they prepared themselves for the command of their king. The Demon King who ruled the Underworld sat upon his throne, darkness writhing endlessly around him. A crown forged from the deepest shadows rested upon his head and for the very first time in thousands of years he felt something strange. Something that made his long-dead heart ache violently.