Mikhail looked up at Basille and suddenly felt light headed, he staggered back a couple of steps in shock at what Basille had informed him.
“Damn you to hell!” Mikhail yelled causing Basille to laugh.
“Oh, Melichite…did you really think you could just waltz in here and take my throne and my life and I would just roll over?”
Basille stood up and looked down on Mikhail with a superior sneer. “I never intended to battle you…I’m not a moron like Mazacain or Andromeda were. No, my intention is simple…you will surrender yourself to me, right now…and then you will watch while I torture and slowly kill your mate…then I will devour you, take all your power and then I will claim the Demon King throne once I have bested Leviathan.”
Mikhail swayed on his feet and looked up at Natalie. “I’m sorry.”
