
This was how the world ended.
The king of wolves, the mythic monster, the majestic man I’d grown to love and lust for with my every breath, he lay there…bleeding out beside his throne. Dying.
Towering over him was a grinning demon…the Demon Lord. He pointed at me with a long, black, spindly finger...
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