19 CE
AUTHOR'S POV
The banquet hall had never been so crowded yet deathly silent, the faces of every guest etched with pain and emptiness caused by years of slavery.
Calloused hands griped wooden spoons as each person stared blankly at the feast set before them on the table, jars of wine, plates of fried chicken, venison, grapes, apples and all kinds of vegetables, knowing fully well it's an illusion, but they dare defy not him_the demon master Bilzarth, is not known for his generosity.
The vilest one, according to whispers, has control over the entire province in fear and hatred. Built like a snow bear with the face of a bull and fangs long enough to put a Smilodon to shame.
“You all must wonder why I gathered you here,” Bilzarth boomed from his throne_his voice sounded like the de
