Sael stood tall and proud overlooking the cleared section of Amalor set aside for the funeral. He wore his full dark scale armor with smoldering purple flames seeping from the edges of the scales. His full helm had the same flickering flames rising from the eye slits. To those common people of Amalor, he looked both terrifying and awe-inspiring. That was the fairy king, the crown bearer, and rumors whispered a demon lord. They were the savior of the city, the death caller, and their vengeance. Nearly every citizen, alive and dead, felt as if they owed him a great debt. Of course, there were those who would blame him, curse him, and revile him. But they did so only in secret, none wished to risk his wrath.