Chapitre 121: His Only Chance At Survival

His Majesty The King, Christopher Castellanos was a vile man. For someone born to rule a country, he had no morals. Behind that mask of a wise King that Christopher wore, lies the real monster, hidden. He'd ruined many lives, crushing mercilessly under the heel of his polished, expensive boots, yet they remain untainted in the eyes of his subjects. 

What was Alexander Hunter made of if he could intimidate such monstrous evil King just with his rich voice? 

'Only one word could define him to his true identity, the devil.'

Alexander was the devil himself that ruled all the monstrous evil entities. 

Christopher still hadn't forgotten the insult Alexander threw at him sixteen years ago. He didn't even hesitate once before putting a dagger to his neck. He would've slit it open and killed Christopher if Alastair hadn't interfered at the right time.