Chapter 42: Enemy

Narration

Apollo stood in the center, proud and surrounded by his most trusted people. He knew the impact he had made tonight was engraved in the hearts of both friends and foes.

The venue was silent as the impressive group descended from the top of the stairs. They believed he was born to be King for the first time, not because it was passed on to him, but because of the people around him who would never let him fall. They are the foundation of his success. Most marveled at an entourage of twenty-five masked people walking through those golden doors. Another was from the utter shock that the Crimson Clan walked through those doors with unfamiliar women by their sides and the envy of the beautiful woman in red clinging to the arm of the Mafia King. Nevertheless, he has crowned her, presenting her as the future Queen with the utmost respect.

"All hail, the King and his loyal Cortège." the host commended.

The Clans brought three fingers to their lips and placed them over their heart