Two weeks after Eric and his team assumed control of the encampments, Prince Heith sat at his desk as he read over a stack of documents. He set the documents down before looking at the servant whom had brought him the reports. "I want them all executed." He growled. "This Empire has no need for traitorous cowards."
"But sire-" A gleam of silver flashed as the man's head fell to the ground. "You mortals always dare to question me! I am a demigod, of divine lineage. Your mere existence is a gift from my father and myself. Do not dare to question me." He looked up at the other man that sat behind the corpse. "Congratulations, you've been promoted. I trust that my orders will be carried out?" The man nodded, trying not to vomit or look at his former boss. "Yes sire. By your your will, it shall be done."
