Chapter 193 An Emperor's Patience!
A Prison Somewhere:
Cracking and flashing as lightning and thunder disrupts the skies, dark like a demon realm with clouds gloomy, cast on an island as a large octagonal shape is on top of it.
Tight and compact that forms the shape of the steely structure, this place is called Wasted Souls prison.
But in this said prison the prisoners have made this place like a kingdom of sorts as they roam about with no rules, except for one, never cross the man who runs this joint, and his title is called the emperor in this place, but to the outside world the name that people fear and know is also Zorga the demon.
Now inside the massive prison as prisoners go about doing things like any other society, with mundane things going on, from playing different sports or having some type of hobbies of the like, moving deeper into the rough and rowdy place, one cell is larger than all the others.
Lavish to a certain degree with different expensive trinkets strewn everywhere in the massive cell, a man sitting on a large chair with light peridot brown skin and a build the size of a silver back gorilla with his muscles bulging, with piercings covering his ears and eyebrows on his worn face. Stamped in the middle of his forehead with the number 8, beading his heartless pink devil like eyes on some documents and wanted posters, covering the lower part of his face near his mouth as a gold mask with different patterns adds to his intimidating appearance.
Having his left hand on his knee as he is wearing only dark purple pants and no shirt, the man speaks to himself as he reads the paper of news, on what's going on in the outside world, T-Mo is dead and Crisga is dead. Someone is trying to take out my line businesses. I wonder who would even conceive even the notion to fuck with my territories and my men? Once I get news on who or they, they'll understand the wrath of an emperor. Cause a demon's patience can only last for so long.
End of Chapter 193