Perverted Demon

The white coloured silk dress that Orryn was wearing started turning red from the blood flowing out of both of his fat arms. His face started contorting in pain, his fat upper lip moved all the way up touching his small nose, his cheek fat also flapped and contorted in pain. His eyes filled with tears glanced at his arms turning red.

He then also noticed red coloured claws instead of normal human fingers on Rowen's hand. The claw looked like that of an ancient demon, there were scale-like patterns on the claw finger and continued to scales there were long red coloured nails that were currently embedded in his fat arms, with his finger there were also some silk fabrics that entered his flesh through the holes.

A harrowing scream echoed throughout the huge throne room, the black coloured stone walls stood unmoving, gave an iron cold feeling, the closed huge wooden door reign down helplessness on the people present in the room. There was a happy smile on Rowen's face, he took a deep breath and then laughed like a demon.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Only his guffaw echoed throughout the stone-cold room, Orryn tried to maintain his silence as much as he could, however, the pain soon overcame him and made him let loose a loud scream. He was the textile minister of Ellesmere for the past ten years and had always been loyal to the previous king. He was the type who got to this position by bootlicking many superior and at the end replacing them.

His true goal was to become the military finance minister of Ellesmere. As the kingdom invested the highest amount of money in its army, so the position of the military financial minister was the most converted title in the whole of Ellesmere other than the title of King. This title had been held by the old minister Dalburn for the past thirty years. Orryn was just waiting for the day Dalburn dies and the seat of military finance minister gets empty.

He would then try his hardest to flatter the king and get the seat. He has even shown his beautiful daughter to Theobald once to capture his attention and his daughter succeeded in mesmerising him, however before anything could happen, Theobald died by the hands of the new king, Rowen.

But when the Queen of Ellesmere needed a seat she killed the old man Dalburn and threw him away towards the guards. A new ray of hope again shown in Orryn's eyes, however, his glib tongue betrayed him at the wrong time. Now he was suffering under the hands of the devil-like king.

He could feel his hands and shoulders completely numbing down due to pain. Tears endlessly dripped out from between his fat eyelids. As his last-ditch effort to save his life, he painfully opened his mouth and spoke. "His... Hiss highness, please let me live... live, I will be your slave forever, you can even keep my beautiful daughter as your slave."

At first, he intended for his daughter to at least be a concubine of the new king or she could even be the queen, however, he was now ready to give up his daughter as a slave to the new king to save his life. He didn't care what happens to his daughter if this new demonic king decides to drink the blood of his daughter he was ready to give her up as long as his life was spared. He was even ready to give his wife up in exchange for his life. As a rich minister, he had a very beautiful wife and if Rowen asked for it, he would give his wife to Rowen without hesitation.

Rowen listening to him and feeling his extremely scared aura, smiled and backed up a little. His red coloured claws squished out of his fat arms, a huge amount of blood gushed out of the eighth bloody holes that were created by the red claw of Rowen. Orryn quickly covered both of his arms by a huge amount of clothing from his space ring, to stop his blood from flowing from the eight new orifices in his body.

After knotting down all of his bloody holes as quickly as possible, he kneeled down on the red coloured carpet in front of Rowen. "King, please forgive the imprudence of this lowly one. I will never do anything like this ever again, please give me a second chance." He said with a pleading tone.

Rowen looked at his pathetic site and then snorted, he ordered him to stand up. "Stand up!" He was not going to kill these ministers here, all of them will become his army to rule the whole continent. Rowen looked at the fat minister in contempt. He then pierced his finger into his glabella.

Rest of the ministers were also looking at this glib minister in contempt. This guy was ready to sell his one and only daughter as a slave to this demonic King, just to save his useless life. All of these ministers hated the Orryn the most. He was the only one who has got the seat of ministers at such age, he was only fifty-six years old. While the rest of them were already over a hundred years old, some of them even reached a hundred and fifty marks, like the two ministers that were seated at the front just now, both of them were killed by the two devilish beauties.

In this world, a cultivator can live a long life, especially a spirit manipulation realm cultivator can live up to two hundred years, whereas a spirit synchronization realm cultivator up to three hundred years and a true deity, almost five hundred years. Which made them look young even when they are hundred or two hundred years old.

The previous king of Ellesmere was seventy-five years old when he died, Lilias was already forty years old when she gave birth to Rowen and now she is sixty years old. However, she looked just like a nineteen-year-old girl with mature air around her. Blair is also thirty-two years old assassin.

Rowen pulsed his flesh in the forehead of Orryn and then pulled his red claw finger out and without waiting for anything happen to him he quickly went towards the next minister and pushed his finger in his glabella. This minister opposite to Orryn was very slim and bony, with black colour bags under his eyes, he looked like he was at the end of his rope and even a light current of air could dismantle his skull from his this neck.

This minister was the wood finance minister of the capital, he managed the deforestation and the wood supply in the capital, he had lifeless brown colour eyes and brown hairs. Everybody called him Minister Stonewood as he never spoke and was as cold as stone. Hence his name. Stonewood quietly accepted his fate and closed his eyes while Rowen pumped his flesh into his head.

Rest of the ministers were scared, watching the scenes of two ministers getting pierced by the bloody red claw in their forehead. They expected both of them to die, as one has to know that the spirit of a martial artist resided into his glabella and if one were to pierce it with some sharp object it was evident that the death was the only option left.

But the scene that unfolded in front of them, next, made them astonished, all of their jaws drop and even horrifying terror gripped their souls. They thought that death was better than what they were witnessing. Their hearts turned cold and one of the weak ministers even puked on the floor, vomiting out all of the food that he had just eaten before coming to the meeting.