That day, Samael claimed the throne. That was also the day of a promise only the two of them knew. Rufus gave his all to follow his king's command. Samael was correct with his warnings at the madness he had to walk into. The further he delved in, the darker and scarier it became.
Rufus' trail had never become bloodier than ever as he took part in every war and stood at the kingdoms who opposed the new emperor. In the first war, his name was like a bell that only faintly rings when heard. The second one, his name, sounded louder. Third, fourth, until Rufus had lost count at how many kingdoms he marched on the front line to burn, to ruin, to seize.
He didn't realize until kingdoms would automatically raise a white flag, with just the thought of Rufus marching to their place himself. Rufus, the military general, also known as the emperor's hellhound, had become a hero to the people, but also a nightmare to those opposing kingdoms.
