Chapter 6 – Devilish hands - Part 2

Year 608 - Late

Demon Continent

Throne Room – Lucianth

Sitting atop my throne, a menacing sight to behold, crafted from the bones of thousands of fallen enemies, I command authority. The throne itself emanates an aura of dread and serves as a chilling reminder of the power I possess.

In my hand, I clutch a sword that stretches an imposing nine feet long. Its blade is forged from black steel, as dark as the depths of the abyss. Along the entire length of the blade, cracks of red blood trace intricate patterns, a testament to the countless lives it has claimed. The sword exudes an aura of malevolence, and its presence alone instills fear in those who dare to face me.

As I lean back on my bone-encrusted throne, the eerie glow of flickering torches casts haunting shadows on the chamber walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sulfur and brimstone, creating an oppressive atmosphere that permeates the entire room.