Darius remembered the sword placed in his father's study; the decorations made and kept in places his mind could never erase. The sword was placed there; his father had told him something about that blade. “Son, this sword used to belong to someone powerful. It was given to my father, your grandfather, as a gift and token of their gratitude.” Darius’ eyes glimmered as he heard the story; it was something fascinating. “What did grandpa do for them?” he asked, a boy who was always filled with hope and happiness listening to the stories of his family’s deeds. “Well, your grandfather helped fight a tyrant that was laying siege on their land. They fought for four months straight until they managed to subdue the evil man.” Darius stared at the blade. Sylus rushed into the room with a smile on his face. “Dad, Isha made a mess of the playroom!” Isha came in after, with a toy in her hand. “I did not!” “Did too!” His father stood up to go separate the other two, as Darius stood there

Screams could be heard across the auction house; terror ripped the walls as the people there tried to get away from the torment that was unfolding right before their eyes. Darius stood there, eyes fixed on Marcus as he saw him walking closer to him. “So what was it you were saying?” he muttered as he was walking close to the man, trying to see what was going to happen. Marcus was shivering; he hadn't imagined that Darius would react like that. “You were running your mouth about what you would do to me, yet you are this feeble, weak man who hides behind his arms.” Darius stood in front of him; he could sense the fear eroding from him and how pathetic he looked. “I could have imagined that you would be someone like this. But then I had my hopes up that you would be something a bit entertaining to have all those words to spew.” Darius grabbed Marcus by the neck, looking him dead in the eyes. Marcus’ trousers had a wet patch; as he stared into Darius’ eyes, he could see the horror

Vicker House-Thalos… Sable had gotten the message left for him, and the next thing on his mind was how he would make sure the person behind the attack would pay for what he had done. He called for a meeting with the other warlords of Thalos, knowing that they were going to have a hard time believing that something like that even happened to him. The other four warlords were there waiting for him; they had been surprised to learn that something like this was going on, and from the looks of things, it was rather unprecedented.The five Warlords were powerhouses that were feared even by the high houses of Thalos. Garzos Veritas.Hortio Jaeger.Baron Neil.Faber Ulti. And Sable Urion. They were, without a doubt, the ones who would be called if anything were wrong. But then they were the main reason most of the messes in Thalos occurred. Sable had called a meeting, knowing they would not be happy to learn that something was going on around them; it was far beyond their understandin

The air in the room was thick; Darius could tell that everyone was trying to put on a front to make sure they would keep their positions. ‘Is this place meant to be an intimidating room of some sort?’ Darius looked around; he could see how everyone was trying to keep their own against him and make sure he understood how they stood.Luther knew what was going on and how it was bound to lead if they didn't stop trying to make Darius feel out of place. “There is no need for hostile flares of your energy.” Luther spoke, staring at the right elders before them. He knew that they were bound to act like children who lost their toys. Six of them didn't say anything, but two didn't want anything to do with the man standing before them. One of them hissed; his body language showed he wasn't going to sit there and take the insult in front of them. His eyes were on Darius; seeing him made his skin crawl with disgust and hate. Ackerman of the Onyx Heaven, also known as the Seventh Throne o

Darius stared at Ackerman; he couldn't tell if there was something wrong with him or maybe that was how he would normally behave. ‘Is he serious?’Luther, hearing what Ackerman said, knew there was no way for them to say no to it, and it was going to be something everyone would want to see. “Is that all you ask for? And if he wins your best in that challenge, what will you do?” He asked, knowing fully well that people were strange and they would never want to do anything that wouldn't give them any sense of fulfilment. Ackerman grinned; he knew that his plan was now set in motion, and the only way for them to avoid anything else was if they were to comply with what he was trying to say and not even think of opposing him. “Well, if he manages to win. I will make sure that I'd never try to talk back or even question his authority. It is going to be the deciding factor, and I would want to know what the fate of the people who have put their trust in Meliodas would like!"Ackerman wa