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"Their lies will be their downfall. From their ashes, I will rise. They will know the pain they inflicted. In their end, I'll find my justice." ~Araneae Ruber
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BLOOD DRIPPED from the sword. Heath dragged on the floor. Brant and Davis didn't want to walk beside him while he was holding a beheaded head that dripped from blood. As they walked along the hallway heading to the emperor's room, the workers, and soldiers gave the prince a weird and horrifying look as they wondered who it was that had gotten killed that morning. But they didn't dare to say anything.
Heat, on the other hand, only hummed as he kept going, not bothering by the eyes nor the distant that his aide and butler had placed between them.
Folding his hands to a fist, Davis lifted it and knocked lightly on the door. "Your majesty, I have brought the crown prince with me," He informed.
"You may come in."
