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CHAPTER 7
THUD!
He could barely hold himself up and fell down on his knees before the Demon Lord.
"And as for Abaddon, I would give my verdict when the hour hand clocks 9 during the hours of the dark. No one tries the Demon Lord and goes scot-free, son or foe, friend or nothing."
"Noted, my Lord."
"Now scram from my presence before I regret forgiving you," Kaan said, returning to his seat and resting his head against his throne with his eyes closed.
He was weak and tired. Using so much strength just now in his condition was not advisable but he needed to prove to them that he still had it in him and his authority would not be undermined.
He did not want to let his subordinate know that he was weak that was why he old Fearghal to scram.
On the other hand, Fearghal decided to leave, at least he had succeeded in awakening the demon in him. Unfortunately, he paid the price by being the test subject to anger the Demon Lord.
He tried to get up but the pains still continued. He swallowed his cry and waited a bit for his bones to heal so he could leave.
At that point, he looked up to see the demon lord, only for him to see the powers of the Demon Lord slowly dissipate away like smoke moving to the heavens. That was a shocking discovery.
Quickly, he activated his demon eyes to look within him. What he saw left him speechless and full of Joy. He could see the heartbeat of the Demon Lord weaken exponentially and knew he wasn't still okay.
A corner of a smile formed on his lips. He had just found out so much. Not only did he succeed in getting him angry, but he also found out about his weakness.
That had further proven to him how sick he was. He looked deep again at his internal organs and could see a dark aura surrounding them. The demon Lord was trying to heal himself. He was weak.
His smile widened some more. Even though he ended up being at the receiving end, it was for a greater cause. He got up, ignoring the excruciating pains he felt. Right now his discovery meant more to him than his own pains.
The more he looked at the Demon Lord, the more he recalled his last words as a sinister smile surfaced on his strikingly handsome face.
'Oh, you will regret forgiving me today, that I promise you, Lord Kaan. I would make sure of it. Just wait and enjoy it while it lasts. I would ensure that you and your son no longer seat on that throne. I would bring an end to your generation and take over as Demon Lord. For now, play the part I need you to play and be prepared for your day of reckoning.'
With that thought set in place, Fearghal bowed down to Kaan and without turning his back, walked towards the door using his back and exited the room.
He took one more glance at the Demon Lord. His face lighting up like someone who won lottery money. 'Until then, my Lord, until then. I would be sure to repay you in your own coin.'
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Just as Kaan had spoken, at exactly 9 pm, several of the council members were present and some people of their kingdom.
Standing at the centre of the hall, with hands chained in front of him was a being with shining silver hair and a nice body built with two other guards, Legionaries to be precise in their uniform, armed o the teeth as they awaited the man or demon of the day.
As soon as the clock struck at a minute past nine, they heard a voice, introducing the main character of the day.
"His majesty, the Demon Lord himself, Lord Kaan Vortigern. All shall arise!"
Those seated before quickly rose to their feet with their heads bowed before him as he made his entry and went to sit at his throne.
"You may all have your seat."
They did as he commanded and waited for what was to be next. Seated at his left-hand side was the lady and apple of his eyes and that of his son's.
She was dressed in an all-leather trouser and long-sleeved maroon outfit with her dashing maroon hair and boots to go with. Her hair was let down to cascade down her back and fall over at her thighs.
She was blessed with not just any kind of hair colour but length as well. It was one of the attributes the demon Lord loved the most in her, causing him to give her the nickname, the Maroon Witch.
Carmilla did not say anything, rather she waited and watched what was about to happen.
She had visited the Demon lord earlier in the day to speak about the issue, little did she know that Fearghal had come to sow discord and departed.
He refused to listen to any words from her as he knew she came to do one thing, plead and defend the demon of her dreams.
**FLASHBACK**
"My Lord," Carmilla called out.
"I do not want to hear it, Carmil. You may be excused to go and rest."
"Father, please. You know, Abaddon would never do anything to harm you."
"You said it yourself but the facts are what it is. Besides, his attitude changed these previous days, prior to my breakdown."
"I still strongly believe that he would never do such a thing."
"Damn it, Carmil. Is it until I am dead before you realize the issue at stake here?"
"I do know but I think there I more to…"
"Enough! Carmilla you are just blinded by your affections for him. This is why a demon should ever have an emotion. It rules out your sense of logic."
"How can you say that? You were the one who first loved him and took him in."
"And see where it lead me to…. My near death experience."