The grand hall was filled with an oppressive silence as Demon King Xiang stood before the statue his stature imposing. "What do you want?" he said again his voice low but his tone oppressive.
Demon King Yao glanced at his daughter with a cloak covering her features. He clenched his fist before saying, "My apologies... your Majesty." his face etched with desperation. His once proud demeanour was now humbled by the weight of his situation. When Xiang Yu defeated the northern realm Demon King and ascended to the throne, he and the other Demon Kings gathered and came to an agreement that they wouldn’t acknowledge the half blood as a Demon King. Yet, here he was now begging for his assistance.
"I...," Demon King Yao continued his voice trembling slightly, "my realm is under siege. Demon King Mowang has attacked us with relentless ferocity. Half of my army has been decimated." Xiang Yu’s eyes narrowed, his expression cold and indifferent to his troubles. He remained silent, allowing him to continue with his sob story.
"Mowang has declared that he will return," he said, his voice breaking. "He intends to take my daughter as his bride. I am desperate. I have come to ask for your help."
A cold sneer twisted Xiang Yu’s lips. "Why not just marry her off? Isn’t marriage a happy event," he said, his tone dripping with disdain. "The solution is simple, but you have to come to me... a half-blood, begging for help? How laughable."
Demon King Yao’s eyes widened, and he took a step back, his desperation palpable. "Please, if I send her there. My daughter will die. He has taken in plenty of brides in centuries but none of them survived long enough to bear children."
Xiang Yu couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle finding this very amusing. The three of them had even banded together, supporting other high-ranking demons in the northern realm to challenge his claim to the throne. But he slaughtered them all and sent their heads back to them wrapped in exquisite boxes. They thought he didn’t know but he knew their every move. Now there was trouble in paradise and one of them had turned on the other.
Demon King Yao’s shoulders slumped, his pride shattered. "I was wrong," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "But my daughter is innocent. She has always admired you. Please..."
Xiang Yu’s sneer deepened, and he turned his back on the demon king. For someone who was asking for help this was nothing more than a hollow gesture. With a cold smile, he turned to leave his eyes blazing with disdain. "If this is your sincerity," he said, his voice dripping with contempt, "then I don’t want it."
His words hung in the air, and the demons from the eastern realm shifted uneasily. Xiang Yu’s aura was terrifying, his dominance unquestionable. He waved a dismissive hand. "Show yourselves out."
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