His fingers tapped on the table in rhythmic motion as he waited for the old men in front of him to shut their mouths. Impatience and annoyance suffocating him. Meetings were never his things, he always found himself getting angry for no reason during these times.

"The council is waiting for reports from Phae Santos for weeks now, what is taking so long, Valan?” The old man asked loudly as every member present in the room looked at the king, who was shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"Well, I don't have the whole day for this," Lucifer muttered impatiently. He tapped his foot trying to control his rage, but his...