Location: Dhaka Empire, Deomos Continent: Interitum City
Seated upon a throne, surrounded by a river of blood, sat Azrael Bel’Ore. He was a demon king with 4 protruding horns from his head, two at the sides of his head and two from the front forming a crown upon his head. A flat slate was his face except for a mouth filled with massive tusks. His huge body put him at a whopping 15 feet, from head to toes. The wings folded on his back were the same ash grey and blood red as the rest of his body.
‘The sacrifice required to bring that insignificant ant was massive, half my Blood sect followers, as well as a black dragon on the eve of awakening, took centuries to prepare but finally, my revenge is within sight.’ His tusk-filled mouth curved into a terrifying grin that reached the horns on the side of his head.
“My liege, during our ritual summoning there was an interference, it could be nothing as it lasted but a moment." From the shadows a voice addressed the being on the throne not daring to get any closer as that being’s mere breath would incinerate them.
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“Fret not, for I can feel our summon within this plane, nothing will be able to foil my plan for it is already in motion,” the voice whispered but the power within it caused the castle to shake trying to contain its might. “Do you have him under surveillance yet?”
The messenger breathed a sigh after his response and replied, “Yes my liege, as you predicted it caused a disturbance within the forest and it won’t escape the Elves perception.”
“Good, that damned Gold Dragon will get what’s coming to him. ‘An eye for an eye’, as those damned humans say.” Azrael said rising to his feet before disappearing into fire and ash.
The shadows quaked and the messenger stepped out, a succubus with curved horns protruding from her red-streaked black hair, if you didn’t look upon the goat legs and the pointed tale behind her she’d easily be one of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen.
‘Things are getting quite interesting, our lords’ obsession with that damnable dragon has cost us centuries of progress,’ she curved her lips in displeasure as the thought of all the sacrifices arose. ‘Hopefully, he’ll go back to being the King after this ordeal is done, it won’t take too long to spread the news of a black dragon sighting.’
The succubus then stepped back into the shadows before being completely absorbed.