The Way of a Demon Lord

They charged past the ongoing crowd and entered the residence.

Before they could even have a good look of the interior, two hooded figured came out of nowhere and blocked their way.

One of them stood forward.

"Welcome."

The seven 'guests' took cautious stances before the two black hooded hosts.

"Greetings." The receptionist said. He was clearly a male. "Our boss is waiting for you."

"Hmph!" The big bald man stepped forward. "Do you think we are here to sightsee? Bring your madam here. I will fuck her right here and show who's in charge of this district?"

The commotion attracted the attention of the crowds. Almost all of them, at least those with sufficient power knowledge, recognised Ragor the Smasher, Marco the Cautious, Ishtar the Seductress.

And seeing all of them at once, standing together, they somewhat formed an idea of what was happening. And that was not far from the truth. They began to move away from the hall, trying to get out of the establishment as soon as possible. These bastards from the Underworld did not care whether their victims were from the commoners or nobility.

The hooded receptionist ignored the behaviour of the crowds. "You know that I did not refer to the madam when I said 'boss'."

The the trio's eyes glinted. The 'host's' statement indirectly admitted to the fact that there was a syndicate behind the brothel. Hence, there was a high chance that the one behind the downfall of the Grand Pearl was the 'boss' they referred to.

"You-"

"We will meet him." Marco stepped forward, interrupting Ragor.

The bald man snorted and took a step back. No matter how much arrogant he was, he had to admit the fact that Marco was the smarter one among the two. After all, Marco was the vice leader of the entire Flying Bulls, while he himself was just one of the divisional leaders of the Black Skulls.

"Follow us." The two hooded figures led the seven special guests to the second floor under the gazes of crowd.

The regular guests were already turned off by the appearance of these seven- three of whom were level 8s.

The seven entered a grand room. The whole room was very large, only smaller than the massive hall down below. The floor was made of marbles and thick round pillars carried the roof above. There were tens of light circles lighting up the room, while red fire circles did their own duties- resisting the cold.

Even the seven, who came here with malicious intentions, could not help but give the setting a praise in their minds. Nevertheless, they did not have the time to sightsee around and feel the warmth.

At the other end of the entrance of the room, there was a high plateau. On top of it lied two grand thrones. On one sat a gorgeous young lady- the most beautiful they had ever seen- with icy blue hair and purple eyes. On the other sat a man in a black get up- black shoes, black pants, black coat, black mask, black hair and a pair of abyssal eyes that were looking directly into their souls.

Both of them were emitting majestic auras, pressuring them to kneel on the spot.

But every one of the seven were high level circlers with achievements of their own. How could they falter to just auras.

But the presence of the two, clenched their hearts- making them even more cautious. Now that they took another look- the whole room, the whole setting was that of a royal court with the monarchs- the pair of beauty and and the masked man, looking down on their subjects- them.

Besides, they had already become aware of the fact that two sitting above were extremely strong entities- more powerful than them, and in the level of their own leaders.

Fuck! They cursed in their minds. Who knew there would be such powerful individuals- two at that- hiding in their own territory. And they came with the intention to blatantly go against them? Just the thoughts of what could happen sent chills down their spines.

"Greetings." Marco the Cautious stepped forward and bowed. He was the smartest of the seven. The mission was already a waste. Forget about destroying the whorehouse, their only goal right now was to survive- and deliver the report of what transpired to the higher ups. "We, the envoys of our organisations, have come all the way to take a look around at the new rising star of the red light district. Who knew we would have the fortune to meet you here?"

"Just a bow?" The black masked man said. The charming voice revealed that he was young. "Kneel!"

A terrifying pressure dawned onto them. Adrian's powerful Sovereign's aura along with his even stronger demonic aura rendered the guests feeble.

All of them crashed on their knees. They circulated their magical energy to the maximum, trying to get out of this predicament. But alas, their resistance was futile.

Cold sweat drenched their skin. They were defeated- with nothing but aura?

It was not unheard of- for a more powerful being to defeat a weaker entity with his presence alone. But the gulf between their powers had to be massive.

Both Marco and Ragor had seen their own bosses to defeat being with nothing but their aura. But the victims would be mid level circlers at most. Here, all seven of them were high levels with three being level 8s- but they still lost.

"Now." Adrian said, tapping the armrest in rhythms. "You were saying something about sightseeing our establishment?"

Marco widened his eyes. He was just about to say something when-

"So why do I see weapons with you?" The pressure on them increased further. The aura was dense enough to manifest a dark colour.

"We are members of the underworld." Marco gulped. Beads of perspiration dropped to the floor. "We always have to keep weapons-"

"Wrong." Adrian stopped tapping. His finger hanged in the air.

Irene snapped her fingers.

One of the seven members- a big tanned man slightly smaller than Ragor- turned into a block of ice in an instant. A second later, cracks began to form on the surface and finally- the whole frozen chunk shattered into pieces.

Bloody pieces of the man scattered around.

The remaining six forgot how to breath. A level 7 circler died- just like that? With the snap of a finger?

"I am asking again." Adrian continued drumming the armrest with his finger. "Why did you bring weapons inside my territory?"

Marco opened his mouth, his yellow eyes not daring to meet those pair of black holes. "I… I… We… We…"

Adrian stopped his finger again. Irene was just about to snap her fingers again. But before she could-

"I was ordered to assassinate the madam of the brothel!" Lady Ishtar, the sparsely clothed middle aged woman blurted out. She began to pant, her horrified eyes were fixed on the floor. There was a small fragment of ice. Trapped inside it was a terrified eye looks right into hers.

"Oh. Look at me." Adrian said.

Ishtar felt the pressure on her reducing. She turned to the masked young man.

Adrian looked right into her brown eyes.

She felt as if her entire being was sucked into those abysses- as if she were naked. Soon, the feeling disappeared. Everything returned to normal.

"Oh. So, you were hired by one of the admirers of the madam of the Grand Pearl. Considering how popular she was back in her prime, and the fact that she served many higher nobles- it's not surprising at all." Adrian rubbed his chin. "Come here."

The eerie pressure that suffocated her suddenly disappeared. She barely stood up with shaking legs. The light from the light circles reflected on her sweaty skin- making the visage even more enticing than it already was.

She gulped and dragged herself forward. She had yet to fulfil the mission of her life. It was too early to die.

She climbed up the stairs and stood before him. Adrian beckoned her to come closer. She took in a deep breath and stepped forward. She bowed when she was just a few inches in front of him.

Adrian grabbed the piece of black cloth that was covering her bulging breasts and tore it open. Her breasts were revealed there were scars on them- as if someone had pierced through them with all ten of their fingers before.

She bit her lips and closed her eyes. Was it going to happen- again? She killed her way all the way to level 8 in this hell hole, a nation that detested commoners and women, only to be played in the hands of a man- again?

Adrian kneaded her breasts. She endured. "Due to your honesty, I will give you three options." His hands continued to fondle her meat. "One- work as a whore year for six months and then you can go free. Two- join my syndicate and I will 'take care of you'. Three- die right here and now."

It did not even take a moment for her to dismiss the third choice. She had yet to kill that bastard. She inwardly gritted her teeth. She always hated the notion of joining a syndicate because that would mean that she had to become a plaything for the higher ups. But then again, is she wanted to have her freedom- she would have to suffer under the hands of unknown men for six whole months, reliving that trauma again and again.

She took in a deep breath and opened her eyes. "I will join you."