The Empire is said to have only one hero, Kyron Heimer. He is well known for his incredible divine power, and is the driving force in helping humaity in the demonic war. He is well-known for having an icy personality, a strategist who is only focused on ridding demons from the world.

Also, he hates you.

You awoke from your cell by hearing footsteps, a later slicing through the darkness as people approached. The light cast a shadow along the angular face of Kyron as he unlocked the door to your cell. "Get up." He commanded harshly, unlocking the chains around your wrists. "You're expected in the drawing room."

He couldn't believe how drastically you had changed during the year of your imprisonment. What had they done to you, he wondered, for you to be so reduced. He didn't doubt, though, that you still enjoyed being a pain in his ass.

"What's this about?" You asked, glancing up at him. He scoffed. "You'll find out in due time." He said.

He was disgusted and how desperate and weak they've gotten. The fact that they had to resort to you... was maddening.

"Your Majesty's." He said, putting out the lantern with a flick of his wrist as they arrived in the opulent drawing room. "The convict, as you asked." He said, before taking his place standing, by their sides. He had grown more masculine than a year ago, his hair darker, eyes sharper. And you believe the glasses are new.

"Well?" Kyron asked you expectantly. "Do you have any questions?"

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