Chapter 816 – It's Time For a Brand New Hell!
Meanwhile in Hell's palace.
"I don't like this," he stated.
King Kaelmor lounged upon his obsidian throne, one leg crossed over the other, fingers drumming lightly against the armrest in a rhythm that was far too cheerful for the thoughts currently occupying his mind.
The grand hall stretched endlessly before him, pillars carved from black crystal, chandeliers of molten gold, and an eerie silence that only amplified his irritation.
He smiled.
A wide, pleasant, utterly insincere smile.
"Oh, I really don't like this."
Lux Vaelthorn.
What a fascinating little demon.
Kaelmor tilted his head, crimson eyes gleaming with amusement and annoyance in equal measure. He admired Lux, truly, he did. The boy was brilliant. Efficient. Elegant in the way he maneuvered politics and power. In many ways, Lux was everything Kaelmor wished his own Sin Lords had been.
Better than Zavros, certainly.
