"Fucking bastards!" Damian bellowed as he tossed a wooden chair and watched it shatter against the wall.
With his eyes bloodshot, Damian fumed as he recalled the events of the gathering.
Never could he have imagined such a thing happening.
The Dukes that had been scared witless by him seemed to have grown a bit more balls after learning about the supposed rise of the Dark Lord.
It showed just how serious the matter was.
Damian had just established his reign in Krobridge yet some unknown fucker was trying to take everything away from him.
"Damn it!" He cursed as his authority was unleashed, destroying everything around him.
At the side, Horace watched the scene with an expressionless look on his face.
Internally, however, he was having quite a field day watching Damian lose his wits.
'How does it feel to have your reign threatened?' he asked internally, not daring to voice out his thoughts for fear of being killed by Damian.
