His chest glistened with water droplets dribbling down the glowing bronze skin. Resting, his strong muscular back against the rocks on the lake side, head lulled backwards, onyx eyes closed in utter salvation.
"Azarios" I stiffened, my eyes snapping to his in utter surprise as I heard the name leaving his plump lips.
His identity, the name which echoed throughout the dynasty making every living soul shudder.
Killer
Commander
Beast
He was the commander of Gladiators.
Azarios, the Gladiator of Ambrose.
"You will be the bride of mine."

Gladiator

The caravan of three thousand silver masked soldiers in rugged, violet uniform under the command of General Azarios marched behind the God of War who had a little curve of smile on his face. Azarios hated beauty, his enchantment and face had never helped him.


When he was a child there were numerous court officials and their wives who wanted to make him their plaything once they had their eyes set on him. Azarios had remembered, their face and identity engraved in his memory as he climbed the heavenly ladder of power but today he was glad, this was the first time in his life that he was arrogant of what the goddess of heavens have blessed him with.


The way Lilith explored every inch of his, he could not help but feel immense warmth radiating from her gaze but then there was anger and resentment too burning and igniting the flames of jealousy.


CHAPTER 6 LILITH