Chapter 1003 – Gone [Part 1]
"Another one is gone..." Kaelmor muttered.
The throne room became very quiet after that.
This was the kind of quiet that crawled under the skin.
Kaelmor sat upon the throne of Hell with one elbow resting against the armrest, his fingers curled around the carved obsidian edge so tightly that hairline fractures spread beneath his nails. The throne itself was old. Older than most houses liked to admit. It had been shaped from black stone, demon bone, and the pressure of too many dead kings. It was supposed to be unbreakable.
Yet beneath Kaelmor's hand, it groaned.
His smile remained.
Kaelmor was not the sort of king who snarled in public, threw wine cups, or screamed until his throat went raw. That was for lesser demons. Warlords. Idiots with more muscle than theatre.
Kaelmor smiled when pleased.
He smiled when insulted.
He smiled when planning murder.
