Underworld Ruler Novelas e Histórias

And that was exactly what he was feeling as he saw her walking around and making sure that everything was working as it should be, it must be. He shook his head before drinking from his tequila and snapped his fingers at the men who were always behind him to fulfill his desires and watch over the underworld of the Son of Hades. “Yes, sir?” One of the men approached him. “I want that woman in my office.” “Yes, sir.” Lucian looked at the man since he was still there. “I want that woman now!” The men ran off, scared.

“They ain’t yours.” “They work for me,” I corrected. “Which makes them under my protection.” He laughed. “Protection? You think you can protect them from Juan?” I smiled. “I don’t think. I know.” I nodded once, and one of my men slammed the guy’s face into the floor. He groaned, blood pooling beneath him. The second one chuckled. Actually chuckled. “This is just the beginning,” he said, voice thick with arrogance. “The girls here ain’t the only ones Juan is after.”

They were lost. Her eyes dimmed slightly as she continued, "They serve only one ruler. They follow no pack, no clan, no race. Only him. The king of demons. The ruler of the underworld—where no sunlight has ever existed. They are not like us. They do not belong to any of the known realms." The room erupted. "REALMS?!" "Demons?!" "What do you mean—king of demons?" "What underworld?! What is happening?!" Their voices were desperate, confused, and terrified.

The man said, his voice cold and threatening as he spoke. "You honestly believe he can't be beaten. He believed he was a master at his games. But I studied it for years, I learned of the loopholes. He was thrown from his throne and forced to be my henchman. He couldn't resist my deal. His hunger for death and blood made him blind to my plans. I am the rightful ruler of the Underworld. I've heard enough about Malcolm. He may have been the one who createdUnderworldworld, but I outwitted him, so I am the one destined to rule it. I will not speak of this nonsense anymore." Alastair hissed. The knowledge of who Malcolm was made me gasp.

Still, I felt very happy right now, and I no longer cared about anything else, not even Rocco or Emilia. I heard how miserable life was for them. Rocco ended up dying alone in a rented place, still clutching a photo of me. As for Emilia, she was found dead on a street filled with other homeless people, having overdosed on drugs. The two of them were just obstacles in this game of life. If they wanted to play with me, they should've considered whether or not they could keep up with me in the first place. After all, I was the real queen in this game and in life.

As a result, when we got back home, Reive settled himself on the sofa, near the fire, and I started to walk back and forth, biting my nails and blushing under his mocking look. “You are the Undead King, aren’t you?” I gasped, stopping and holding wide my arms. “You’re Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel! The ruler of Aldenor, overthrown seven hundred years ago!” The necromancer grimaced, but didn’t stop smiling, “Little one, let’s not speak about this: ‘overthrown ruler’ and all that blah-blah-blah. Yeah, I’m the Undead King. Yeah, the very one who lived seven hundred years ago”.

“The…….underworld?” The underworld was a complex network built by nobles to hide their immoral side, justifying that the world cannot exist without shadows. The underworld was firmly controlled by the crown prince who was fond of the most immoral things she had ever heard of not to talk of the ones she hadn’t. If the guards were trying to avoid altercations with the underworld, it meant they didn’t have support from the duke. She knew exactly why that was. “If it’s the underworld, it cannot be helped, huh? You know what, I just might go on a walk today. It’s a bright and beautiful day after all”

Visibly, the creature gulped, and I could see from here that he was in serious trouble. While the creature lay on its knees, its forehead pressed to the ground saying, “You are our master and lord, my king and ruler of the underworld, the most powerful demon of all time, the great Armaloth!” Armaloth! He is called Armaloth. It is he who is the king of the underworld. Is he the most powerful demon? The Lord of everything? As my thoughts turned in my head continuously, the was told that I was human. That means what? Furthermore, I recall that he said that I was chosen, but by whom and what porpoise?

, Alexander answered, pointing to Charles “Charles!” both Gracie and Kate exclaimed in unison. Charles scowled at Alexander. “Why don't you go find out for yourself”. “I would man but you know Onyx hates my gut”, Alexander said, raising his hands in surrender. “Moreover, she likes you”, he added with a wink. “Who is Onyx?” Kate was the first to get out of their shock mode. “She rules the Underworld”, Alexander answered. “The underworld is ruled by a woman?” she asked, surprised.

by most. The territories that have an underworld are represented by their above ground rulers, however Death is considered by most to be an underworld ruler, with the former leader of Heaven having been the true ruler of the human realms. As certain events unfolded, Death and Lucifer became co-rulers of the human realms and Satan is now seen as the underworld ruler. This has lead many underworld deities to view Death almost like a hero.