Acaedien Kingdom
Today was yet another beautiful summer day for the citizens of Acaedien. In the city, picturesque buildings lined the intertwining streets that stretched as far as the eye could see. Here in this prosperous, growing, and well-protected metropolis, the citizens—of many different manners and natures, ranging from human to elves, beast-people, dwarfs, goblins, orcs, and many more—went about their daily routines.
Sitting atop the hill overlooking the capital was a majestic castle, six stories high and built in creamy-white Oamaru stone. The grandiose palace had countless quarters, which were further divided into departments where some five thousand staff worked and resided.
At this very moment, at the hour of eleven in the morning, seven demon lords were having a conference in a boardroom up on the seventh floor, a level nonexistent to the outside world. After all, this secret level was shielded with an immensely high-tier protective barrier, which not only made the entire floor invisible to the naked eye, but only those with authorization—the seven lords—and those with passes could gain access.
The boardroom was grand and designed with rich color, soft furnishings, and chandeliers, with stately paintings and indoor ornaments made of silver and gold. One side of the room was designed in an open-plan style, stretching out onto the veranda where it had a stately view of the city and mountains beyond.
As it was at the moment, bright sunlight streamed into the room where five lords sat around a table, while two more appeared on the magic screen to the left.
Sitting at the head and facing a lovely view of the city was Lord Geoffrey Lancaster, a demon lord considered the head of the kingdom and a father figure to the Acaedien citizens. As one of the seven lords who ruled Acaedien, the very old and the very young loved him, the mature respected him, the male youth looked up to him, while the female youth both looked up to him and drooled over him. After all, Lord Geoffrey was a wickedly gorgeous man with long, pale-blond hair that he tied at the back with a gold hair ornament. His emerald-green eyes, like the gem itself, were beautiful and mesmerizing, while his aquiline nose and sensual lips added to his stunning look, which made it hard for any female's heart not to flutter at the sight of him, even more so because he wore that intriguing mask with strange signs, symbols, and script. Always in white or pale garments, Lord Geoffrey looked like an angel who had descended from the heavens to guide and protect them. And of course, that was exactly what the lord was doing, guiding and protecting the kingdom of Acaedien, along with his comrades and underlings.
Sitting to the left of Lord Geoffrey was Lord Noah Wakefield, a demon lord professor and currently the kingdom's head magic researcher. With light-brown hair stylishly cut, hazel eyes, a Roman nose, firm lips, strong jawline, and a pair of specs sitting atop his mask, he was the epitome of a hot yet stern professor in any young woman's sexual fantasy. Always in white or pale garments, like Lord Geoffrey, Lord Noah, too, looked like an archangel who had descended from above to guide the citizens in the research and development fields, thus improving on almost every aspect of everyone's lives.
To the right side of the table sat Lord Felix Worthington, Caleb Harrington, and Aaron Lancaster. All three warriors, as usual, were dressed in dark garments.
Lord Caleb Harrington, dubbed the Dark Lord by the citizens of Acaedien because of his dark hair, steel-gray eyes, and stoic and hard-to-approach attitude was alluringly gorgeous. As opposed to Lord Geoffrey and Noah, whom the citizens believed descended from the heavens, Lord Caleb was believed to have risen from the depths of hell itself and was here to fight evildoers and protect the innocent, which was exactly Lord Caleb's job description.
Like Lord Caleb, who had been awarded a title, Lord Felix, too, obtained one by the citizens of Acaedien. This gregarious lord was known by most as the King of Hell because of his colossally powerful dark qi. According to rumors, he was as powerful as Lord Aslan, the king of the Forbidden Forest, and could destroy an entire city with a flick of his hand if the mood struck him, which was why it was an unspoken rule that Lord's Felix's anger should not be tested, despite his easygoing attitude and charming smile. After all, it had happened a mere few months ago, when something precious had been taken from him, thus awakening the rage of this mighty demon lord; a whole city, in turn, was annihilated.
With dark-brown hair, unique mauve eyes, an aquiline nose, sensual lips, and an intriguing mask on his face, Lord Felix was a sinfully handsome man. To the female citizens of Acaedien, he was the personification of an out-of-my-league lord, his dark, sensual demeanor featuring in their sexual fantasy.
Where Lord Felix exuded the aura of dark, intense sexual appeal, Lord Aaron Lancaster, on the other hand, emanated a boyish charm. This came with soft features, a slender frame, and average height. Standing at five feet and seven inches, he was the shortest of the seven lords, which didn't bother him since his unique physique enabled him to be the fastest and deadliest on the battlefield. With pale-blond hair stylishly cut, twinkling emerald-green eyes, a straight nose, and lips that seemed to always smile, females—both young and old—adored him.
At the moment, all five lords were listening attentively to Lord Ethan Sherwood and Victor Rutherford, who were appearing in the magic screen attached to the wall on the left side of the room. These two lords were currently in a lavish airship, flying at a leisurely pace, heading toward the kingdom, back from their diplomatic journey to the Wulin Kingdom.
On the screen sitting to the left side was Lord Ethan, who had golden-blond hair, blue eyes, and a strong jawline. Today, he wore a blue garment—his favorite color—which enhanced and complemented his eyes and tanned skin. Wickedly striking, he was dubbed the Golden Prince of the Acaedien Kingdom. Next to him was his best friend Lord Victor, dubbed the Silver Prince of Acaedien because of his pale, charming appearance of silver hair, which was stylishly cut, and silver eyes that looked as though they could see right through your soul, which they could because of the lord's unique magical dark qi.