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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

Kenith Adveric stood in his father's grand office, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. The weight of the conversation was beginning to wear on him, but he refused to back down.

"Father, you're being too cautious," Kenith argued, his voice laced with frustration. "You've already put them under the vow. What more do you need to feel secure? Fenrir and Mary Ann are not the threats you think they are. In fact, they could be valuable allies."

Russell Adveric sat calmly behind his ornate desk, his hands folded neatly in front of him. His sharp, calculating eyes studied his son with the same scrutiny he reserved for his council members. To Russell, trust was a liability, and every move had to be carefully calculated.

"You're naïve, Kenith," Russell said softly. "You speak of trust and alliances as if the world works that way. It doesn't. You haven't seen what I've seen."

127: Lofty Ambitions - Part 1