Red eyes narrowed.
The first thing that he noticed about his surroundings is the wailings of people in the distance. And that did not bode well for his situation.
What is going on?
It took him a moment to realize that he was sitting on a throne. The coldness of the gilded gold pierced his skin as the rest of his senses came online.
There was the sharp smell of rust and rotten flesh.
"My lord."
He looked towards his right.
The man in the tuxedo bowed. "The gods have given the message. They are willing to do as you say my lord!"
"I see…"
"It's Leonel, my lord, named after one of the primordials. I know that the death of your wife has distressed you, but believe me! We will avenge her highness through the death of the one who brings fortune to the gods," the man had a crazy smile on his face. "And through that, the gods will be cursed! And we can take over."
