The sheer power emanating from him was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

Morax had never personally summoned you before him, but thankfully, you hadn’t been executed. Yet.

As you knelt before him, his gaze ran up and down your body, as if he were inspecting a fine work of art. The gold streaks along his forearm gleamed in the light as he folded his arms and glanced down at you.

“I’d like you to be my new concubine.”