The Way of a Demon Lord

A carriage barged into the premises of the Carson Household. But none of the guards dared to lift a finger.

The carriage was tinted orange and was flying the insignia of the Imperial family. It stopped right before the main mansion of the household.

The door opened. A middle aged woman came out. She was wearing an orange robe. Despite her age, she looked dashing with her serious look. Two men followed and stood behind her.

One of them had short hair while the other one had long ones.

"Don't do something as stupid as using your senses." The woman said, still looking ahead. "They are in laws of the Imperial family."

The men nodded.

She walked forward and knocked on the door.

The door creaked open. There were two strong servants standing holding the handles of the giant gate.

"Where's the Count?" She went straight to the point.

"In his room." One of the servants bowed.

"In his room?" She frowned. But she soon relaxed. Why would he tell his whereabouts to mere commoners?

"Ye'¦ yes." Cold sweat drenched the servant's skin.

"The previous Count?"

"He should be in his room."

"Good. Take me to them. I don't have the time to wait."

"As you wish." He bowed before leading the trio upstairs.

When they were walking along the first floor corridors, the woman noticed something odd. The floor was yet, but not completely so. As if something wet was dragged along.

But she kept quiet. Finally, they reached the Count's room. The servant knocked on the door. But no reply came from within.

The wet marks seemed to have originated from this room. She pushed away the servant before opening the door. The room was empty. Everything was normal. A spot on the bedsheet was wet. And the watery trail arose from just beside the bed.

"They are not here." She turned back to the servant. "Take us to the seniors."

The servant nodded, and began to walk towards the old couple's room. His legs were trembling because of the wrong answer he gave just before.

The trio followed him to another door. Before the servant could knock, the woman stepped forward and banged on the door.

The door creaked open. A maroon haired old man was standing before her. His eyes were red- from both sleepiness and anger.

But her sight curbed his wrath. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. "What brought you here at this time?"

"The treasury- it opened." Her tone became grim.

"What?!" The man frowned. "But Carlos never said anything."

"I fear something has already happened to him. Someone intruded into the treasury. You better prepare yourself for battle."

"It's impossible." The man shook his head. "You have checked the mecha-"

"We have no time." She turned back and began to rush back to where she came from.

The woman who was on the bed got up and joined her husband. Everyone followed her.

Soon, they were near the stairs. But she did not go use them, rather- she went on another way. Her eyes were locked down on the trail of water. The others stayed behind her.

The trail finally ended at one of the room.

"Whose room is this?" She asked.

The servant stepped forward. "This belongs to the second and third lady."

She scanned the room with her senses. There were no energy signatures coming from within. Her hand reached the handle. It was not locked. She pushed the door open.

What she saw inside made her take two steps back. There were three frozen statues in the room. Just a bit away from him was a male with maroon hair trapped in ice. Both of his forearms were cut off. He was facing the bed.

Beside the bed was another sculpture of a lady. She had orange hair and orange eyes. Her condition was the same as that of her male counterpart- 'disarmed'.

But the most outrageous and the most artistic sculpture was the one on the bed. Two beautiful women were locked in obscenity- lips kissing, boobs grinding and pussies touching each other's. They had no idea whatsoever that they were dead.

The others soon caught up with her. Their reactions were more or less the same.

"CARLOS!" The old woman screamed. Her eyes rolled back as she fainted on the spot.

The old man caught her. His eyes were fixed on the frozen 'arts', fires of wrath spewing in them.

The female envoy turned to him, her eyes even more serious than before. "We underestimated the enemies. We can't afford to waste any more time here. Follow me- they have yet to leave the treasury."

The woman ran down the stairs. The two sentries followed. The man placed his wife on the floor.

He turned to the servant. "Sound the Alarm." He joined the party from the Citadel as well.

It did not take even a minute for all of the to reach the desolate room where the entrance was at. The woman only gave the frozen couple a glance before turning to the opened entrance to the underground treasury.

Just before the door, two pairs of forearms lied disheveled on the grounds, blood was flowing slowly from the cut.

*Smash!* *Shatter!*

She turned to the source of the sound. The previous Count had kicked and smashed the frozen block into smithereens. Bloody shards of ice laid scattered across the ground.

The maroon haired old man walked to her, his eyes glaring at the entrance- barely staying in their respective sockets.

The long haired man turned to the envoy. "Who can it be? The Rebellion? The Underworld?"

"It's probably the latter. We are in peace talks with them. Their leadership is in capable hands." She then turned to the old man. "But I am sure of one thing. There are at least two of them. And they are not any weaker than level 8s."

The old man kept his gaze on the door, ready to pounce anytime. "They are not leaving alive." His cold voice reeked of vengeance.

"Oh? Who's not leaving alive?"