In the large carriage Ogunrinde sat as he held an edict in his hand.
A Fief bestowment in mortal realm extremely away from the Sovereign realm, the seat of power.
An enoffment, but truly a degradation, beside his seat the two maids knelt in silence, expressionless.
Having looked through enough, Ogunrinde passed the edict to one of the maids as he stood up, entering the inner compartment of the carriage to a silk bed where he layed, comfortably, going into sleep.
The maids not speaking out, had a same mind of the issue passing through, he seemed relaxed , unbothered.
Indifferent?
What a shame.
A Prince, a true demon lineage Prince going from the abode of the skies to below.
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Central Main territory, lower realms
In a front of a city gate, various officials stood waiting, their gaze towards the sky expectant.
At the fore front of the officials was an old man with white hair and long beards and wizened like face.
Mao Lin stood patiently together with the rest of the officials mostly also old men and women.
In a way only old wizened people like them could maintain their sanity well at their position.
Looking around them there , there were only few relatively younger positions.
Each one of them was mostly due to older ones that had been killed, hence their position replaced with some else.
It wasn't that Mao Lin or his elder peers were gatekeeping, stopping others from grasping positions.
No, they were protecting, yes protecting .
Bearing as much trauma, despair for anyone else.
Their office was truly a traumatic one.
When one served Demon Master, there was no semblance of good just gloom.
To this old foggies, rather them than others.
Suffering that another might suffer less.
This was what kept them on, yet some many had died, some by Demon Masters, some by Demon soldiers, some by death, preferring death to live.
Few not dead, but insane, minds scared so deep they snapped.
Mao Lin's heart was numb.
Afar in front were legions of demon soldiers atop horses, their gaze also expectant towards the sky.
Mao Lin had heard on passing, while attending to the whiles of a demonic soldier that the present Master was a young master of relation with the sky Sovereign.
Mao Lin looked towards the sky as he thought.
An extreme noble, a Royal?
From the lower realm, the back of throne in the sky was also visible.
So far above yet it was still visible.
But unlike above those in these low grounds of the lower realms couldn't gaze at the firmament.
They could only feel it's emanations by time, light and seasons.
Concerning this new master, Mao Lin had only one thought, one he knew that echoed in the heart of his peers, and all the inhabitants of the central mainlands.
" Please be possessing of a semblance of mercy and a bit less sadistic"
In fact Mao Lin knew he was hoping for nought, even the demonic soldier were perverse, deriving pleasure from strife, chaos, how could an esteemed Scion from the extreme sky abode, one with direct ties to Desolate demon lineage be any better.
Most likely worse.
He had known no peace since his birth, he was an official but he didn't feel any better than any other citizen.
His life was tied to the whim of the ruling Masters, One would surely say he was better of than the average citizen of the central mainlands.
But Mao Lin had seen so much pain, death, despair, desolate that even his supposed numb heart ached in sorrow.
In his long years, how many Masters had he seen, how many times had he hoped for the next being better, only to be met with faded dreams.
Which one of the masters was any different, all just varying degrees of sadism and demonic tendencies.
Tears wept done Mao Lin's face, his body shook in sorrow.
He didn't want to cry but he couldn't help himself.
The other officials certainly of same thought as Mao Lin burst into choked sobs, only few didn't.
From in front the demonic soldiers hearing the sobs of Mao Lin and his peers from behind though albeit muffled also burst into sneers and laughter.
Only a few demonic commanders maintained neutral reactions as they stood in front of the soldiers their focus unwavering.
Mao Lin cleared his face with sleeve, stopping his tears.
What use was crying, he already knew there was no use shedding tears , there was no need to give any unnecessary pleasure to these demons.
His heart, his blood, his spirit... his soul, Mao Lin's gazed at the unclear expanse above the throne.
Rare records say above the Sovereign throne is the Firmament, that this is the highest of skies, Heaven.
Shedding a silent lamentation with the entirety of his being, to this Heaven , he wept in extreme agony.
Oh!, if only the dao was not demon!, if only the demon was not dao!