Three men fell to the ground, begging for mercy as Azazel pulled out his sword but the boy who Azazel had placed his sword against his neck just remained calm, not so much as Reacting to Azazel's antics.
"Forgive him my King, he has no idea what he's talking about. He's just a little kid" One of the men begged but the little boy had the guts to stare Azazel dead in the eyes which left him speechless. What disrespect!
"Who is your king?" He questioned again and the little boy raised his head in defiance.
"My King will always be King Xavier and I don't care if you kill me, that will never change" The boy proclaimed and the murmurs began in the throne room. More and more people who were not ready to take Azazel as their King kept showing up these days and no matter how many of them he killed, the rest never backed down. It was like it gave them more zeal.
"I'm the one with the crown, not him!" Azazel screamed as he was getting irritated.