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The empire of hell, a formidable fortress. Domains merged together and ruled under one.
The burning flame, the rising sun. The emperor of hell. The devil himself.
Lucien Morningstar I, current Emperor of hell, was used to being the sole ruler...
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Lucien unsheathed two swords out from their holders and threw one towards Eness.
She caught it quickly and still gaped at Lucien.
"Are you crazy? Why would I spar with you?" She hissed, holding the sword loosely.
"I've heard great things about you and your sisters. The great protectors of Pyrefall. I'm merely fascinated. I want to see what you're capable of." He said, as he switched his sword from hand to hand. A hint of a tattoo on his right wrist peeked out through his cream coloured shirt, catching Eness' eye as he played with his sword.
"How do I know this isn't some trick? You could be planning to have me arrested the moment I raise a sword against you." She implored.
"Clever woman. But believe me when I say, I have no desire to frame you for anything. I simply want to see if the rumours are true," said Lucien, "unless you're scared you'll lose. What happened to the spark you had when you were speaking to my commander?" He smirked.
Eness knew he was baiting her, and as temperamental as she was, she fell for it.
"Fine, I'll spar with you."
"Just to make things more interesting, how about a small bet?" He cocked an eyebrow up and waited for her to reply.
She wasn't interested in any type of bet with him, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she wanted to know what it was.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing much, mistress. Just your name."
Eness looked baffled. Her name?
"My name? Why?"
"Because I would prefer to call you by your name than 'mistress' all the time."
That was what Lucien said, but that wasn't the only reason.
He knew he could easily get her name from her father, or her handmaiden, but there was just something about hearing it directly from her rosy lips that would make the moment different for him. More intimate, if you will.
