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Eridel Domicus was the trash of the Domicus family, an extremely powerful family that had dominion over a large part of the world, having riches upon riches and ways upon ways. However, it was their greatest pride turned biggest shame to have a young master that... no. Let it not be said. But one night, the 22 year old Eridel had incomprehensibly... died. But even more unfathomable was the fact that against all logic he began to see again. And what Eridel saw... terrified him. Or at least that was supposed to be how he reacted right? Why is it that... ------------------------ The first light novel of [ The Monarch ]. Discord: https://discord.gg/TGvRnS7vKn
CRASH!
The silence of a bedroom filled with luxurious items was disrupted as a despondent looking Eridel burst into the scene. He didn't seem to care about the items that had been felled in his path to his goal; his bed.
You didn't need to look close to notice the bruises that could be seen on most of his exposed skin.
"For fucks sake…" Eridel muttered as he struggled to drag his clothes off of his obviously exhausted body.
Scenes of the night rolled through his mind.
Eridel had so many Women that it was actually embarrassing. When one could claim to have 2 or 3 girlfriends, Men would admire you and Women would shame you on the outside, but secretly wonder what made you so great that you were capable of having multiple girlfriends in harmony on the inside.
However, when the number of Women you had actually managed to reach triple digits. You could only be looked at as a perverted wastrel. Most would sneer with disdain, completely unbelieving of the fact that you could satisfy so many Women.
And naturally Eridel wasn't any different. Even with the help of libido boosting supplements, no one had the capability to keep 213 Women satisfied. More importantly, it was even more impossible to keep most of these Women emotionally invested in this sort of relationship where you are competing with 212 for time with one Man. Ludicrous.
But this fool kept increasing the tally. Just 2 hours ago, Eridel had been with a new girl that he had courted just 2 days ago.
It had to be said that even if Eridel had nothing going for him, he had an extremely handsome face and a silver tongue. A being like him could seduce a girl very easily, especially when you took into consideration his other aspects.
Anyhow, 2 hours ago, Eridel and his new conquest named Ciel, a beautiful girl with a curvaceous figure and a gorgeous face could be located in a love hotel making the sounds of "oohs and ahhs" when the door burst open.
BANG!
A nigh 7ft big bald dude with a tattoo on the left side of his face and a scar on the other (he seemed to be dual wielding the dao of gangster) had literally kicked down the door. This man was dressed in a white tank top and faded baggy jeans… he also wore black Air Force 1's… Oh dear.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH MY B*TCH YOU BASTARD!"
And the rest is history.
Eridel tutted in annoyance, wondering how 'big and violent' even found him and how long it would take for his wounds to heal as he clambered in bed in just his underwear as he always sleeps.
Despite the aching injuries, Eridel managed to sleep quite swiftly. Could Eridel have learnt his lesson? Maybe he would cease to increase the amount of lovers he had. Or at least refrain from the ones that had already told him 'I have a boyfriend but I don't care about him anymore'.
20 hours later, it had to be asked - Why had Eridel not woken up yet?
His wounds were definitely not that severe, he shouldn't even be in a coma. Looking at his increasingly pale face and the… lack of breath. He couldn't be dead right?
