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Chapter 0: Devil Throne

Chapter 0: Devil Throne

A tall, slender, and dark figure sat upon his throne of steel, his presence dominant and superior. Despite the powerful occupance of him, a pitch-black shadow obscured much of his visage and features.

The surroundings of him were unimaginable, abstract paintings and architecture scattered all about made for a messy, yet strangely clean and mesmerizing ambience. Unlike the throne rooms of many, this one was not brightly lit, more so dank and dark that an ordinary observer wouldn’t be able to see anything if it weren't for the distinct crescent shaped purple stained windows which when looked through revealed an unpleasant, bleak environment. It kinda looked like somewhere where a homeless person would live, a really rich homeless person, if that makes any sense.

The king was enjoying himself. To his right, his servants were feeding him endlessly with an assortment of fruits, vegetables, meats, and other delicacies only found in the most dangerous and rewarding parts of the Badlands. To his left, a group of hapless servants using strange, white, and rocky leaves to fan and cool down the king. He was eating a teal grape, before he noticed something in his grape: a pit. He took the grape out of his mouth and angrily presented it to the servants. His crescent shaped eyes were precisely shooting daggers at them.

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“Tell me, what does this look like?”, said the king with a firm tone. He sounded like he would burst at any second.

“It’s- It’s the pit of a grape, My Lord,” Meekly uttered one of the servants, under the presence of the king, he felt immensely smaller.

“Yup. A pit,” The demonic ruler rolled his eyes, sighing in disappointment at the incompetence of the lowly being. “Look, this is your first day on the job, so I won’t punish you for it, badly. However, let’s try not to have another one of these mistakes, eh? Don’t want to end up like old Mocxla, do we?”

“If I may. who is Mocxla, My Lord?”

“Exactly. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”

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