Prologue- Taste of Akadamnit

The nameless

“Sire, Lady Riuorre’s Grand Ball awaits you…” the minion said in a humble tone. Her eyes met the ground as she bowed awkwardly. Her body remained in the arched position in an attempt to hide her anxiety.

The Daemon King remained indifferent. Both claws of his hinds clutched the throne’s arm tightly as his slithery body sank into the blood red cushions on the seat. His glance was fixated on a lofty spot on the ceiling. “Perhaps a full-force invasion of Aeious would suffice…” he mused out loud.

There was a moment of silence in the chamber, the minion still in her backbreaking position.

“Are you not gonna dissuade your lord from this treacherous act?” the devious king questioned with a malicious grin. His eyes were cold, sharp as a dagger. His face vile, ugly and distorted.

“Sire… your wrath ran swift and hard across the Eastern Land. But your benevolence spared the people from the beauteous land of Aeious. Sire… your courtship of the ravishing Ice Queen Raqeulla has…”

“Ahahahaha… you imbecile fools!”his dry bitter laughter tore through the placid air. The minion fell to her knees and crouched nearer to the ground as if hoping to melt into it. “ALLIANCE! …is all I sought, a friendship not slavery! Those wretched people fear me! For they despise me and I burn their lands in kind.”

Hatred built up in his eyes; the malicious grin that stretches from eye to eye subsided and there was only grimace on his face.

“I tried being subtle alright… I tried being nice. The chariots, the jesters, the beasts, the feasts, the slaves and dancers. Oh I get it… It’s because the Daemon King, Son of the devil, Apostle of Evil, Lucifer’s incarnate and Ruler of Hell tried to be nice. Therefore, he deserves such treatment!
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All she cares about is that nameless betraying lying scum from the forsaken wasteland! I only wanted an ally… I never wanted to raze your oh beautiful Aeious! For all he does is hurt her soul and yet she stays true to him…”

His grin was no more. His face was expressionless; there was maybe even calmness and rue on the face of the almighty, feared and cursed Daemon King who is used to nothing but merciless senseless massacres. His eyes were melancholic.

“Such… humanly devotion… love… Sire…” the minion whispered.

A familiar smile returned- suspicious, sly, and insidious! That despicable and loathsome look resurfaced veiling all traces of angry and sorrow. His spiteful eyes shined…

“Perhaps I shall seek him out instead… The South Goats aren’t gonna protect him forever… And try the sickest torture ever! Slice off his lips and melt his tongue and cheeks by lava gargling. Carve out his eyeballs from their sockets with a red-hot spoon or skewer his eardrums with a burning stake.
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Or perhaps tear out his beating heart from his chest and let it be frozen in the hands of the Ice Queen for eternity.”

Lady Riourre bid her lord goodnight. She rise and took her leave with tears in her eyes. She wondered if the Daemon King ever love, she doubted she’s the one.