The True Ruler, Rayven

Who’s that creeping in the mirror?

Yeeeessssssss…….

Yeeesssssssss…...

“Keep Blossoming my sweet, you will be ripe enough yet. Ive been watching you Rayven, your becoming the strong queen I knew you would be.” I step away from the magic mirror a bit my hands still lingering on the frame I can faintly still see her succulent chest slowly rising and falling as she sleeps deeply. Her plump but pouty mouth slightly parted, those beautiful eyes are closed but the burning forest pulls me in every-time she opens them.

Those freckles kissing her skin, oh my god she’s just perfect and she’s almost ready.

I walk away from the mirror and sit at the helm of my throne it’s a line formed outside the door of different souls and beings begging me for whatever their soul desires. Nothing comes free everything cost something. My overlord made my post in front of his to filter out the pointless requests. He declares that my time is useless anyway and how I’m only here to serve him it’s the whole point of my existence.

The overlord transports me into his mind, I’m instantly thrown onto my knees as he smirks and slightly chuckles then composing himself as he looks down on me like I’m an inconvenience to him.

“I called you in here because you’ve been letting too many people come through to me your whole job is to filter them out. What could you possibly be doing that’s more important than manning your post. Keep in mind your LIFE is on the line.”

He starts to contort the air in my body causing me to strain my body in positions that aren’t physically possible, it’s like he’s controlling my body with possession but I’m still awake.

Im still conscious. Just in unbearable pain. I can feel him maneuvering the air in my lungs to form air bubbles he’s pushing through the specific veins he’s using to control me.

He lets me go. I gasp in relief finally able to catch my breath, I place my hands on the ground in front of me and lower my gaze to them the dark waters surrounding my palms, as dark as oil. The ripples coming off from around my hands pull my attention back to the person now standing in front of me radiating a powerful aura daring me to give him a reason to let the beast loose.

I keep my gaze lowered.

“Nothing is more important than you my lord. I’m simply of lowly status and am getting up there in age I simply relieve myself more than I used to . I will try to hold it in” I say as close my eyes and wait for the next impact.

He bursts out with heavy laughter like toying with me like a puppet and my excuse for all the people who slipped through today amused him. I keep my gaze lowered but you can see the shock on my face from hearing his laughter. As quick as it came it left and I was stuck in a eerie silence.

He suddenly forces my body to stand.

He straightens his neck so I can look into his dark red hellfire eyes.

“I don’t care if you f*****g PISS YOURSELF DO YOUR f*****g JOB.” The wind around us is swirling out of control. He takes a deep breath the breeze is still pretty strong but it’s not swirling anymore.

“This will be the first and last time we have this conversation understood?” He asks me as he smooths his hair back his red patch standing out from his brown hair.

“Yes my lord” I quickly respond and am immediately thrown back into my own mind.

As my eyes focus back to reality,I see the line has now turned into the whole throne room is full of souls begging, crying and pleading. I mind link my servants to lock all the doors. As they finish they let me know when they are out of the throne room and I chant a spell that ignites all the souls present it burns them from the inside out as I flick my hand up. The spell completes and the souls are floating upwards twoards me I inhale the souls and capture their essence feeling their souls give me energy. I walk back to the mirror, everything costs.

My position is my cost, when the boss knocked up a random literal, she devil she became pregnant he ordered her and the baby killed but she ended up delivering safely. She was captured trying to get some food for the baby and they beheaded her at the stall she was at. The boy.

I was ordered to find him.

And kill him.

Finding the boy was no problem, killing him was impossible I saw the fire in his eyes he had a story to tell, and I was not about to be the one to snuff it out. Hell, if anything I wanted to raise him in secret so when he gets older, we can overthrow his f*****g father and we can rule together side by side. Well, me first and then him, almost equal but I’m his father so of course I know what’s right.

That I did raise him like he was my own. Strongest overlord that should have been. He would have easily beat his father. Turns out the kid wasn’t just a Demon God turns out his mother was a lycan demon hybrid whose family disowned her long before the child came into view. Her mother dumped her there after she gave birth to her to be able to get back into her family's inheritance. She was raised in an orphanage, so she never knew of her true origin, the lycan trait skipped her and went straight into her son.

My son.

Isn’t it just my luck on one of his many missions to the surface world he just so happens to bump into a elf in need of rescuing, she ended up being his mate, he never returned he actually thrived really well out there made a name for himself became king. I was actually quite proud until I heard about the powerful daughter he had, and the mirror told me her actual lineage the prophecy that states mating will awaken her spirit animal making her the most powerful being on the living and death plane.

He left me here by myself and for what…. A family, power, LOVE?!

I couldn’t let it end like that what if his father found out about him and his granddaughter, he will make my life even worse than what it is now. No, I couldn’t have that, him claiming the son that he threw away THAT I RAISED, him claiming his granddaughter giving her the throne, NO I WANT THE THRONE.

That’s when the idea started to formulate in my mind. I’m going to have the throne and I’m going to be the one to kill the old bastard. I just have to wait for Rayven to be of age and then claim her as my mate and make her powers my own. Then I’ll have the power to dethrone the overlord and declare myself as the new overlord of the underworld. I just have to be patient and smart about it. The first thing that had to go was my son.

I know he would have fought me on this he would never have looked at it from my point of view. How could he give his daughter to his father. I made the decision for him I didn’t want him to suffer so I specifically and meticulously designed a poison to kill his lycan side and his overlord side. It took a lot of trial and error but around 1 and a half years ago I finally completed the poison I used the mirror to wait for the perfect opportunity to kill him while he was away from my precious Rayven. I sent the evil, malicious spirited souls that were asking for more kills to fulfill their last and final wish. They unleashed on the convoy only what one must assume was all their deepest desires of ways to kill people. The only one they had to kill in a specific way was my son.

The poison.

It was fast acting and deliberate, it did exactly what needed to be done, I wasn’t worried about cleanup or anything like that because the poison is homemade, nobody will be able to identify its origins because it’s a compound I made from living world poisons and underworld poisons.

My sons last breath hurt me to my core, I raised him as my own after all, but it was a necessary step in the plan. He was going to be a problem later on it was best i snuffed his flame out first. Everything comes at a cost; nothing is free in this life or in death.

Rayven is my payment, my reward for my patience. The prize for me at the end of this charade.

Her mother is my next step. Her mother will pay the cost. I thank her for raising my beautiful little vixen for all these years, but my woman is grown now she no longer needs her mommy. She needs me. And I need her!

I walk to the magic mirror and think of Rayven and sees she’s just now about to get up. She stretches and yams revealing to me her small round perky bust.

I rub my mouth and the back of my neck as I stare at my future queen.

Beautiful. Simply beautiful.

Soon my sweet.

Keep ripening, soon I will come pluck you.