Azrael's POV:

"GET BACK HE-" was the last I heard from the king of Astrich. The words pierced into my head and I felt a trembling feeling of the murderous intent in his words.

I started to tremble. Even though the king of Astrich was chained to the wall, with white hair started to form on his long silky black hair, with almost no muscles on his body but still, after being tortured for a year, he is still a powerful king. A true king with 20 years of battle and political experience.

I nod and give a salute towards the guards standing outside his cell chamber. Outside the God of War's cell.

After a while, we saw the red white stairs. I remembered how weak I actually am, because he can use ki.

"You, General Azrael," my king said to me while walking up the stairs from the catacombs, drowning in thoughts if I were to meet him on the battlefield. Seeing how many deaths I went through before I could even cut him once.

"Yes, my lord!" I said surprised by his sudden intrusion, placing myself in salute, my hand still dripping down on my forehead from my hand after executing the rookie talent.

"Sneak into the chamber and set fire to that man. I want him to suffer!" I felt the anger boiling in his blood 2 meters apart. "Yes, my lord!"

As we parted ways and I headed into the guards' cafeteria to take it easy, with an interior equally beautiful as a cathedral. Sadly to tell everyone that the young talented rookie, Brooke has died for not showing proper etiquette in front of his majesty and thus needed punishment for not listening to a royalty or noble. As he was just a poor commoner.

I step inside the hall of the guards' cafeteria I am welcomed with salutes and I salute back. I headed towards a table to take a drink but I was stopped midway, by a young female warrior in her early 20's. She had brown hair, white blue eyes like the ocean, tight clothes which are covered by silver armory plates, she was a woman that any man would lust for. But I had already expected this. This girl whose name is Lorraine was Brooke's childhood friend that I had to kill for his majesty.

"General, where is Brooke?" Lorraine said worryingly.

"I saw you General Azrael walking with Brooke alongside his majes-" I stopped her by throwing my hand up infront her face.

"Please forgive me, as he is dead," I said with an emotionless voice. Her mouth began trembling.

"Wh-at, what hap-pend!?" she said, almost shouting, tears welling up in her eyes. So, she had a crush on him.

"His majesty was in a bad mood, and Brooke stepped out of the line by not showing proper etiquette towards royalty. So he was ordered for execution." I reported, breaking one tone accidentally high.

Lorraine stood there motionless, tears raining down but there was no noise. People started to surround us to see what was going on.

"Listen, everyone, today we have lost one promising youth, one who had put everything in line to serve our kingdom. Let us now take a silent minute for this young man, Brooke." I announced, I had to exclude the piece of information about his majesty was the one who got him dead.

We took a silent minute for the loss of a promising young man, lost too soon. 

Hours later I was ordered to take the king's son down and help him "mature" to be a king. Reynold, who is 12 years old, is as tall as his father with red hair with unrivaled face characteristics is supposed to set Orion ablaze. We walked down the staircase for the catacombs and he looked excited. He is frolicking around and is looking happy. Does this boy not know that he is about to set someone on fire?

We make it down to the king's cell chamber, showing the guards outside the king's permit to step inside and make that man suffer. "Young lord Reynold, please proceed with caution, because that man is a powerful man," I say before entering the chamber.

"There is nothing to worry about Azrael" while waving his hand to indicate that he has things under control.

"Understood, but please proceed with caution!"

"Alright," the young boy responded, quite excitedly.

We creep closer to the snoring frail man. Hearing his breathing in a calming pattern, we made way to the man to see if the oil was still there. And it was. As I saw the crown prince getting closer, he made a sinister grin.  His majesty has created a monster with no morale.

As the crown prince was close as he could get, he lit the match and then everything flashed.