I am not your royalty

Having ruthlessly murdered six innocent people, the big devil sold his conscience to the devil. He was no longer the goody two shoes Royalty. He had become the merciless and heartless Zeus again.

Along with thunder came a heavy violent rain. It rained cat and dogs over the big devil, wetting him, and washing away the blood stains on his hands and body.

The more the rain hit the ground, the more the ground became covered in blood. Heads, and bones he had cut off rolled at his feet, but still the big devil felt nothing.

He had murdered six Innocent people yet deep down he felt good. His conscience was gone.

In exchange for using black magic, Royalty had lost his soul. He couldn't feel his heart anymore. It was dead. It had gone and disappeared with the wind.

Emptily, he puffed out a cold ring of smoke and once again looked at the knife in his hands. It was dripping blood.

And It looked good.

He wanted to taste the blood.

He did. Picked the sharp tip of the knife and fed himself with th