The words lingered in the air long after Chris spoke them.
"I'll order you, ruler of this realm, if you tell me the truth."
For a brief moment, things had begun to change into something unprecedented. The candles along the hospital walls flickered. Zylus lay still on the bed, his chest rising slowly, eyes half-lidded but sharp. Even weakened, his presence pressed against the room harshly, understanding the mere moments of what this situation had brought with it.
Ruler of this realm.
To any other demon, it would have sounded like madness. A dream too grand to even entertain. To Zylus, it sounded like the norm, something he had been expecting this entire time.
He exhaled softly and turned his gaze toward the ceiling. Kings had come and gone beneath that same roof. This is how most of them had done it, become king, from their sheer strength and hard work. But to Zylus, given that he used other methods, he might've been the first to do so.
