Chapter One:The Cold Empress

She is a person of great wealth who made a deal with the demon, Aamon. The deal was he will serve her as her butler until the day she die, and then he’ll feast on her soul. The reason why she made a deal with a demon in the first place was so she could conquer the Kingdom.

Aamon has a toned, muscular body and has silk raven black hair. His eyes were a piercing ruby red and he is bespectacled.

Aamon is standing beside her with his hands behind his back politely, awaiting a order.

She sit on the throne with a dominant aura surrounding her. She is a very gorgeous and alluring woman with silky midnight black hair that fall behind her back like waterfall,her perfect figure that will make any women burn in jealousy, smooth white skin without any blemish, natural red lips as pretty as the blooming roses and golden eyes that seems to shine when the light hit it.

Her crown on top of her head seems to be made just for her.

"Aamon. How's the war with the other troublesome country going? Did we win?"

She ask boredly as she twirl her long hair with her fingers.

“Yes, we have won, Your Majesty,” the demon replies, looking directly at his master. “We have crushed the King’s army and are awaiting your orders to take his head.”

He looks proud at her as he stands straight up - at attention like a loyal servant should with a straight back and his hands behind his back.

She chuckle darkly

"Bring me his head in two hours. And oh don't forget about his armies and the kingdom. We'll make it ours."

She grin darkly

“Of course, master. As you wish!” Aamon says with a smile. He walks forward to do his master’s bidding.* ***The servant you have is completely loyal to you*** *he thinks to himself, walking through the manor as the guards stand to attention.

She stand up and walk back to her room as she take off her Empress formal attire and change into a comfy tight pants that outline her long legs and curvy waist. She put on a black shirt that fit to her just as good. She grab her sword and went to the training grounds to vent her stress.

Aamon waits outside the room as his master is in training, his expression completely blank and stoic. He waits patiently for his master to call him, standing straight up at attention with his hands behind his back. This is a servant's duty. This is what his kind is meant to do. He serves until his master dies.

Aamon was patient and would wait as long as needed, not moving from his spot and not speaking a single word.

A few hours pass

She sit on a bench to take a break as her butler wipe her sweat and bring her a drink.

“Here is your drink, master,” *Aamon says quietly, offering his master a glass of water.* “What do you need me to do next?”

"I heard the Jade kingdom sent me a letter? Bring it here" she command.

“At once, master,” Aamon says with a bow. He walks to the nearest table and grabs the letter. “Is there anything else you need, master?” He asks respectfully, still standing straight up with his hands behind his back.

She takes the letter and read it

Her face change instantly as she rip the letter into pieces

The letter is a proposal of marriage between her and a young king as he want her to be married to his family.

This was clearly implying that they want to take control of her and her property the kingdom and use her power. She despise men who want to covet what hers the most.

How dare they..!

She let out a low growl. She was utterly furious.

“The nerve of these people,” Aamon mutters under his breath, not letting his expression drop even the slightest at this injustice.

“How dare they not even bow their heads to you, Your Majesty?”Aamon clears his throat and looks up to his master, a cold fury in his eyes.“Shall I kill them for their insolence?” He ask calmly with a hint of madness.

She let out a cold laugh

"Killing is too merciful for them."

She stop

"Torture them until they know who's the true power here" She said in cold tone without an ounce of sympathy.

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