Lucian’s POV

The strong stench of stale blood mixed with metal entered my nostrils as I stepped into the dungeon, the place that has harbored more death than hospitals. The strong stench of blood and chlorine greeted me as I walked into the last room.

There he was, all tied up and ready for me. A small smile played on my lips as I saw his eyes widen. Well, he mightn't have expected me to be the one who'll come over to deal with him. 

Well, I was kind of bored. And I just thought I'd make my appearance known to some of my men who turned against me and...