Chapter 70. The Demon Lord
Far from human lands, across vast oceans, lay the Demon Realm—a sprawling continent where demons lived in peace, their cities and villages thriving like any human nation.
At the capital stood a grand castle.
Inside, a beautiful demon woman, Fenrath, raced through marble hallways, her crimson skin shimmering, golden horns curling back, her emerald eyes wide with panic. Her striking beauty turned heads, but her urgency was unmistakable. She burst into an elegant office, shouting, "Majesty, emergency!"
The office was large, a massive desk buried under stacks of documents. Fenrath scanned the room, finding no one. "your majesty?" she called, voice trembling.
A low, sleepy voice groaned from behind the desk. "What is it, Fenrath?"
Fenrath hurried around, gasping.
There, sprawled on the floor, was Queen Saevril Nocthmyn, ruler of the Demon Realm. Her long hair shimmered between midnight blue and silver, catching the light, her amethyst eyes half-open, pale moonlight skin glowing faintly.
She looked more like a goddess than a demon lord, but her lazy slump screamed hangover. Fenrath knelt, helping her up. "Queen, what happened?"
Saevril sighed, slumping into her chair, rubbing her temples. "Nothing. Too much wine at last night’s banquet. Head’s killing me." She squinted at Fenrath. "Why’re you running in here like the world’s on fire?"
Fenrath’s face paled realising why she’s here, her words stumbling, voice shaking. "My Queen... our 7th Commander, Valtharion... he’s dead."
Saevril froze, her hand dropping, amethyst eyes sharpening. "Say that again," she said, voice low, dangerous.