A man is seated on a throne was looking over a grand hall fit from an emperor to hold court, he swept his stern, serious golden eyes over the hall before him seeming almost disinterested with the world as if a God aloof to the needs and wants of mortals; as if the very world was beneath him.
Quickly, his eyes landed on a enigmatic man with cold black eyes and long black hair falling down to his shoulders, who wore a tailor made butler suit. He was on one knee showing utmost respect for the being in front of him, however if you were to look closely at his eyes you could see some sparkle of mischief in those cold black eyes of his.
The enigmatic man raised his head as he heard a deep, authoritative voice, come from the being on the throne. "Raise your head and speak plainly, Diablo, I do not have time for your antics this day." Said the man, his golden glowing eyes, burning like twin suns still trained on the enigmatic man, no, Diablo.
Diablo smirked, "Your Excellency, as direct as ever. You need to light up a bit you know, you will never marry if this is how you act" All of a sudden a great pressure came, like a mountain, it rested upon Diablo's shoulders, making him face plant the floor, the whole Great Hall shook, cracks ran up the walls and the floor started to crumble under this immense burden, truly like a God had cast judgment upon a soul, and the soul that was in question today was non other than Diablo himself. Suddenly, that same, deep, piercing voice came again from the figure on the throne. " I already warned you, Diablo, act out again and I will see to it that I will have a tongueless butler."
Diablo felt that immense pressure lift off him in the next breath, he quickly got back off the floor and onto his knee once again, making sure to straighten out his butler outfit and sort out his posture, as immaculate as ever. 'Damn, never gets old, hehe'
"Ahem" Diablo cleared his throat, sorry for my impertinence Your Excellency, I will ensure that I refrain from such language in the future."
The man on the throne was still looking directly at Diablo and if one was to look close enough, could see his eye slightly twitch. It seems even he knew this most likely would happen again. That was just Diablo. However, he proved too useful to just get rid of for the man on the throne. He sighed then spoke again "Diablo... speak."
Diablo continued on " Your Excellency, The King of that backwater so called Kingdom of Telfordia has found a Grand Ranked Dungeon! He is trying to keep it quiet until he can understand how to make the most of it, obviously a smart play considering the implications this has for his Kingdom. Tch, foolish little king, cant hide anything from us though." Replied Diablo with unhidden scorn in his voice.
The man on the throne started to tap his long graceful fingers on the armrest of the throne, obviously in contemplation.... Tap.... Tap.... Tap.... Diablo looking at the man could not hide his excited expression 'Is he going to do what I think? Its been a while since we got to bring a Kingdom down, I'm desperate for blood' Diablo started to lick his lips as he wore a maniac grin on his pale white face.
Suddenly as the man could read the thoughts in Diablos head spoke "Diablo, get thoughts of wiping that Kingdom off the face of the continent out of your head." The man replied evenly, but sternly. Diablo face twisted into dismay, however as quick as it came, the expression left. He replied almost comically sorrowfully "But Your Excellency..." as he began the man on the throne spoke yet again "Diablo, enough. I have another idea for how we can exploit that dungeon and the Kingdom as a whole." After hearing this Diablo acknowledged his liege and masters reply offering a respectful silent nod.
The man on the throne suddenly stood, rising to an enormous 6'8 feet in height, as he slowly strode down the polished steps of his grand golden throne, with engravings marked on it that seems to show past feats of the man himself. As he got to the bottom, Diablo stared at the man who was his master, a little awe in his voice as he remarked to himself in his head 'damn, if I was to bend the knee to any being in this world, I'm not so annoyed that it was him. He is more of a monster than I am.'
The man turned to his right and what greeted him was floor to ceiling glass windows overlooking what seems to be a circular walled mega city. The man walked over the glass windows, standing there taking the view in as he stared over his life's current work. From where he stood he could see the whole Mega City, so it was obvious that wherever the mans palace resided was set far back from the city itself.
The city itself held an enormous population of 9 million, for refence the capital city of the Empires of this world would usually only have around 5-6 million people living there.
The cities walls stretched far into the horizon and up into the very heavens themselves, a breathtakingly beautiful sight that allowed the citizens of this city to feel safe in this brutal world of monsters, wars and mages. That to most common folk, seem as Demi-Gods, as most mages of a certain rank could easily wipe out cities.
The city was split into 4 quadrants, the mages/noble residential quadrant, which looked to be the most looked after and prosperous residential area in the city, this makes sense considering mages/nobles are usually quite rich and economically more prosperous and are on top of the hierarchy of this world.
Then came the commoners quadrant, a residential area a lot less extravagant than the mage/nobles quadrant, however still very clean and its obvious that the commoners are quite well off, which is surprising in a world ruled by ancient noble families and powerful mages.
Then the third quadrant an area for the rich business owners and merchant families, which seems just behind the mages/nobles quadrant for prosperity.
Finally we had the fourth quadrant, this seemed to be where the city's military resided and trained, long rectangle barracks were lined up along with training facilities including a sparring ring for the troops and mana cultivation chambers.
Then finally in the middle of all these quadrants at the interconnecting point was a huge commercial district where all the shops, businesses and entertainment facilities were situated. You could see people - commoners, mages, nobles and even differing races such as demons, humans, dwarves, elves and beastkin mulling about the shops and interacting with some sporting smiles on their faces, some with determined expressions, obviously looking for what they came for and even some in a rush. It was indeed bizarre image for anyone living within this world, this was not the norm, just unique to this unique city. Almost like the huge walls shooting up to the heavens were a divider. Dividing and shielding this paradise from the harsh reality of the world.
As a man of tall stature with long golden hair resting at his lower back, with pale, creamy skin without a single embellishment and a slim but muscular body that looked sculptured by a Greek God looked out of a window as the sun cast an ethereal glow over the figure, making it seem like a God was walking among humans.
He was no God, he was what some people, especially the ones within his city, would say he was already more. He was Kyros Lightborn - The One Blessed by The Light.