Age Of The Red Demons

Red Delusion

In Hayden, Cynthy had almost lost her dear life. She barely escaped from the magical grips of the tall and powerful man who tried to prevent her from entering her new life of freedom.

He had appeared from nowhere and offered her revenge.

"The king of Meredith is neither just nor grateful," he had said. "Is he not deserving of punishment?"

A question to which she could not find a voice to reply since her strength was numb and her tongue seemed tied by whatever magical powers this man possessed.

"Oh! Do you want to decline my offer? I know that the desire for revenge still dominates your heart from within. Why must you deprive yourself of such justice?"

She struggled to look in his eyes. His magic had a stronger hold than the thickest chains.

And she mumbled, forcefully but audibly. "L-o-v-e".

Zathryon chuckled. "Oh love, our excuse for being weak. You know, I also believe in love. In truth, I have a lover among your kind. But at the same time, I know of some good ways through which lov