Wings Of Chaos

Raquelle was kneeling, looking up at the throne. Sitting on the throne was a man wearing tight black pants and a loose tunic that only covered his chest with a few thin strings. He had long black hair that reached his waist and crimson eyes with two slits in the middle. The man had his right hand on his chin, with his legs crossed. The only strange feature about the man wasn't just his eyes. He also had two long black horns on either side of his head, coming out from among his hair. Darkness Von Libertia. The demon of blood and lust. The twelfth king of Idris, the city of half-breeds, and the current demon king. Half demon and half human. Carrying angel blood as well. The bridge between the three races. The only king in Idris' 700-year history to reach the 8th wing. And the most powerful being in the world. If they told Raquelle he was a god, she would believe it. And the man she had just heard speak, Darkness Von Libertia, was looking at her with a chilling smile. When he finally spoke, only one question escaped his lips. "So, are you telling me that my niece, the next heir to the throne, will die in ten years?"