"Currently, the undead were still wreaking havoc in the west wing. The royal knights were resisting them from advancing to the inner palace."
"And Hell?"
The man who was reporting the current situation to Stefan gazed down. "He had entered the inner palace. The tenth prince had confronted him, but the fifth prince appeared."
"Oh, Klaus?" Stefan leaned back, his back against the throne as he propped his jaw on his knuckles. His leg resting over the other.
"Yes. Shall we add Prince Klaus to our list?"
Stefan's eyes fell on Luther, a middle-aged vampire whose hair had a streak of white and black strands. "Klaus… I don't think he knew anything about this. If he did, everyone would know about it since he has a big mouth."
"Then, what shall we do to the fifth prince, Your Majesty?"
