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[A blood Oath is calling forth and making a pact with the divine. You have invoked this oath, and now, the body shall pay the price]

In her foolishness and desire to have her revenge, Concubine Anabella, the fifth wife of King Julius III, ends up making the forbidden pact. In exchange for her life and the lives of 1000 other people, she begged the demon kind to help make her crippled son the next emperor.

She wanted to call an angel to help her, but she ended up calling the First Demon Lord instead and died before she could pay the full price.

Now stuck in the body of the crippled illegitimate ninth prince, the First Demon Lord had one goal – to regain his power and make this crippled body the next emperor of this continent.

And in his goal, nothing shall remain forbidden. There are no boundaries, and human greed is his bridge.

He, who the god once damned, shall rise again to regain control of the human race and take his place at the top of the human race once more.

The dawn of the Damned race should come soon.

Dawn of the Damned Prince: Awakening of the Crippled Demon Lord

Under the cover of night, Fenrir led Coral through the back entrance of the inn, his movements slow yet deliberate. Coral followed closely, his hulking frame making the narrow passageway feel even smaller.

Maric trailed behind, his expression tight with skepticism. Once they reached Fenrir's private quarters, Fenrir turned his wheelchair to face Maric and spoke in a low, commanding tone.

"Maric," Fenrir began, his crimson eyes catching the faint light, "ensure that no one disturbs us—not Rui, not Mary Ann, no one. I need privacy to speak with Coral."

Maric hesitated, his young face clouded with concern. "Are you sure this is wise, Fenrir? We barely know anything about him. He could turn on you the moment your back is turned."

Fenrir's lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. "Maric, do you really believe I've survived this long by being careless? I know what I'm doing. Trust me."

92: Getting rid of a ghost - Part 1