As the heir to this great empire.
The third Prince was not handsome, but he was certainly intimidating enough to inspire fear.
It was not only his massive body that was frightening, but also the pitch-black war armor that covered him. Crimson flames burned around him in the void, and the dense black energy dripped from his body like liquid. Accompanied by a hissing sound, it splattered into sparks of electric fire and white-hot rage.
His eyes were blood-red, and he had no hair. But under the smooth scalp were thick blood vessels bulging out like writhing dragons.
In his left hand, the heir to the empire held a scepter the size of an oak tree — though calling it a scepter, it more closely resembled a colossal warhammer. A cruel, sanguine halberd had impaled a formidable demon god, the laws of time crystallizing it in the moment before death, subjecting it to eternal torment thereafter.
The demon god's flayed, twisted, and horrifying body became the main structure of the scepter.
