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 deserted area was swirling with a strong stench of blood with dust and dirt evident, not even a single flower or presence of life was present in the surroundings. The Empress Supreme with dragon blood had finally woken up and laughed with her head thrown back in such bone-chilling aura that even the monsters and beasts of the night ran and hid their children away, after that evil laughter ended there was a smile so sweet that looked as if the demoness had descended from hell, the madness prevailed in those honey irises that looked so disturbing that when someone saw them they resembled a bloodthirsty monster.


There was no veil to cover her face now, only a face that looked like a ghoul who had lost their soul and now did not feel human emotions.


"She is my Artilia?" Before the man could speak his head was decapitated as blood sprouted from his body like a fountain and drenched the woman. Another laugh made Meza lose her balance as she fell on her knees behind Lilith.


CHAPTER 91