Somewhere far away…
The man stood, staring out the window of his room as he admired his empire. He felt a strong sense of pride as a ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"This was all mine," he thought to himself. He'd taken the reins of power from his father by killing him. He'd crumbled his father's empire and built his with his sweat and blood.
He believed nothing could stand in his way. Afterall, he had the power.
But…
A knock echoed on his door, and he turned, giving them the permission to walk in. The door opened and the short woman at the entrance bowed to her knees, showing her deep respect for him.
"My Lord," she said, her voice barely a quiver. It was music to his ear, hearing the fear he instilled in people. He walked up to her, as she recoiled the closer he got.
"You can stand. What brings you here, Diana?" his voice was cold like steel, bold and cold.
"It's the prophecy."
Immediately she spoke, his body went rigid.
