Dominion of Ashes
The seer foretold this, my life.
Bloodshed, sorrow, death, and dominance.
A force not to be reckoned with, he said.
He was right. I own both worlds.
Blood I have spilled as carelessly as drunk men spill their ale.
Sorrow, death, and suffering I've unleashed like a new disease.
They think the hands of the gods weigh against them,
But I am no mortal foe; I am a dweller of the heavens.
Taking princesses has become my sport,
I pluck them from kingdoms as though their fathers are in my debt.
I am King, the Chosen.
But I crawled through graves to claim the throne.
My loved ones, lost as easily as a gambler's coin.
I still yearn for their voices in the dark.
My bed, a battleground of fleeting hearts.
Women conquered like lands, trophies of desire,
Yet only one holds my love.
Kingdoms have fallen to dust beneath my heel,
Others linger as shadows of my empire.
I feasted on power until the taste grew bitter,
Until hunger itself became my fast.
Gold no longer glitters for me,
Wars no longer stir my blood.
Victory has become too certain.
Enemies crumble like twigs beneath my stride,
Now they kneel, ruled by iron fists and wary respect.
My every whim, a decree.
Legends were carved from my blood and sweat,
And even in silence,
My name still burns
An echo written in flame.
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Lord Daemon
FantasyHe was foretold by seers, feared by kings and worshipped like a God. A conquer who spilled blood as easily as men spill wine. A man who crushed empires beneath his heel and claimed hearts as trophies. But behind the iron fist and endless victories l...
