Chapter POV: Jasmine Denel-Smith
It was one of the deepest secrets of Africa. A capital hidden from view that not only housed the strongest of the continent but also its future. The city of the dead. Even as a child, I remember stories from my mother telling me of its beauty.
Yet finally arriving here, I could only see a king and his harem isolated in peace at the expense of his people. But that ends tonight. Even with my intellect, I couldn't understand why Africa had fallen to its current state.
Despite having His Majesty the Immortal, their condition was pitiful. Only then did I feel something menacing toward the center of the city. A vile presence that made my skin crawl—as if I had suddenly turned into a mouse hiding from a cobra.
I turned to my Kindred and informed him, "Husband, there is an archdemon in the capital."
"Well, fuck."
