Entangled With The Ruthless Demon Emperor

"You shouldn't be here," he said nonchalantly.

"And you," she said as she scowled at him, "shouldn't be standing here in the first place."

A man and woman stood in a very grand hall.

They had once seen its splendor back in its days. Now it's dilapidated, dusty, and dull.

Two large double doors, from where he had just entered stood behind him as he came face to face with his sister. She glared at him with hatred and contempt.

"You don't even qualify to be standing in front of me," Daemon said. He was becoming angrier by the second.

"Qualify?" She scoffed with her arms folded across her chest. "Ask that question yourself when you are just a useless worthless piece of dirt!"

Daemon became angry. Very angry. His face gave him away. He never liked anyone calling him useless or worthless. It brought painful memories. Memories he didn't want to remember.

The woman, his sister Dapheney noticed that she had managed to annoy her brother.

"Because I'm now the demon emperor," he said arrogantly. And you're just a commoner.

"Oh, a commoner, really?" She wanted to laugh and choke on those words.

"Then how it is that you think you're fit to sit on this throne!" Dapheney spread her arms indicating the grandeur behind her. It was more of a statement than a question. Her hazel eyes flashed with anger.

"I was, after all, elected by the people to rightfully sit on that throne, " he made sure to emphasize every word to her, to get it into her mad brain.

Daemon looked around. The beautifully carved pillars of dragons and demonic beasts that were a mixture of different animals had cracks, dirt, and even blood stains on them. The jewels on the stone pillars that were once the eyes of these magnificent beasts faded and looked worn out.

The shine of these stones was no more. The two looked at the ceiling covered with webs and a large amount of dust.

The grand steps leading to a throne room had rubbish scattered around, broken swords and glasses laid strewn about. The young woman counted the steps. Roughly, it was about fifty steps leading up to the throne. The throne was made of pure gold and a rare stone. But the throne has lost its shine after so many years of neglect and isolation.

The palace had been abandoned for years since the last Demon Emperor died. No one knows what happened that year but many claimed that there was a fierce and violent battle that shook the entire country, thus many villages and towns were now living in poverty.

"Emperor? I think you are a worthless one treated like trash! Look at the place around you. You think the people love you?" She gestured to the surroundings. She laughed mockingly at him.

"Even so, I'll make those people all submit to me! And only me!"