Xorvath sitting upon his throne, crafted from the very bones of his enemies, clad with black robes that seemed to billow behind him like a dark cloud, his beauty was both of the ancient and evil, his hair was a wild tangle of black locks, faming his face like a dark halo.
His eyes gleamed with a malevolent light as he reached out a long, slender hand to grasp the culprit, his fingers closing around his wrist like a vice. With a swift motion, he lifted the struggling form into the air, the victim feet kicking wildly as they dangled above the ground.
A small ornate bowl seemed to materialize in his free hand, and with a cruel smile he positioned it beneath the captive's wrist. The demon's eyes flashed with an eerie light as he drew a dark blade across the victim's palm, the blood welling up like a crimson fountain. The bowl began to fill with the precious liquid, the demon's gaze fixed upon it with an unblinking intensity.
As the bowl overflowed, the demon raised it to his lips, his eyes closing in rapture as he drank the blood in great, gulping draughts. The sound of his swallowing was like a dark music, echoing through the shadows like a chilling serenade.
The demon lord sat back on his throne he gazed narrowed, his eyes burning with intensity as he focused on a slender figure with a gaunt face and sunken eyes. The welfare who trembled like a leaf, his voice trembled as he spoke his words tumbling out of rush.
Speak! The demon lord commanded, his voice like a thunder in the darkness. ''What news do you bring me of the Royal's plan?''
The welfare swallowed hard, his eyes darting about the throne room as if searching for an escape. ''Y-your majesty,' he stammered, the Royal seeks to bolster his guard, to conquer your realm.
A low, menacing chuckle rumbled from the him, causing the courtier to tremble even more. ''Foolish Mortal,' he sneered ''does he truly believe he can best me the master of shadows and darkness?'' his laughter faded, replaced by a calculating gaze. ''tell me, Welfare what secrets have you uncovered within the palace?''
The welfare hesitated, his eyes darting about the throne as if fearful of being heard. Y-your Majesty, he whispered, 'I have discovered that the royal Advisor, the wizard lord Kim, has been secretly gathering a group of rebels within the palace.
The demon lord expression turned thoughtful, his fingers steepled together in contemplation. 'And what about the royal daughter, the princess Theodora? Does she play a role in this intrigue?
The demon lord carried a bowl of blood he drank it, he felt a surge of power and strength flow through his veins. He laughed maniacally, the sound echoing off the dark stone walls of his throne room.
''Fools! he exclaimed, his voice dripping with contempt. ''The humans think they can defeat me with their petty guards and their weak magic! I am Xorvath the lord of the underworld! He raised the bowl to his lips, draining the last drops of blood.
The welfare feels irritated and he trembles more.
''You can leave he said as he gave a wicked smile.
The demon lord slammed his fist on the throne, making the dark stone tremble. ''Fools!'' he bellowed, his voice echoing through the chamber.
''They think they can threaten me? I will show them the true meaning of power!
He began to pace, his long strides devouring the distance. ''I will crush the heavenly realm beneath my heel like a significant insect they are. Their armies will burn, their cities will crumble, and their precious gods will tremble with fear!''.
And also, what more do you have for me when is the foolish king giving out his daughter for marriage, I want to turn happiness to sadness he said with and thick voice and laugh hard.
The welfare tremble in the next two weeks the preparation would be done
Make sure everything that happens in the palace must be forward to my realm or else you would be crushed down!!.
The welfare responded with a nod and walk out of his throne.
''Marie grasped Tristan's arm, her eyes pleading. ''teach me again, Tristan I need to learn how to defend myself'. Tristan hesitated, his gaze drifting to the sword in the corner of the cottage. 'Marie, I've already shown you the basics. You're not a warrior'.
Marie's grip tightened. 'Please, Tristan, I need this'.
Tristan sighed, relenting. 'Fine. But just for a little while.
As they faced each other, swords in hand Marie gaze locked onto Tristan's. she feigned a stumble, and Tristan caught her, their bodies inches apart.
Marie's heart raced. She had been waiting for this moment. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Tristan's ear. I've missed you, Tristan.
Tristan's eyes fluttered closed his breathing ragged. Marie's lips trailed down his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
Suddenly, Tristan's sword clattered to the floor. He turned, his eyes burning with desire. Marie's lips met his in a fierce kiss, the sword forgotten. As they broke apart, gasping, Marie smiled slyly. I've learned a new defense, Tristan. The art of seduction'