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  1. PREFACE
  2. Full Page Image
  3. ONE
  4. TWO
  5. One week ago
  6. THREE
  7. Present day
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. FORTY-SEVEN
  52. FORTY-EIGHT
  53. FORTY-NINE
  54. FIFTY
  55. FIFTY-ONE
  56. FIFTY-TWO
  57. FIFTY-THREE
  58. FIFTY-FOUR
  59. FIFTY-FIVE
  60. FIFTY-SIX
  61. FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. FIFTY-NINE
  64. SIXTY
  65. SIXTY-ONE
  66. SIXTY-TWO

He was the executor of every high-profile case, thousands in total over a hundred-year period—a bleep in their existence. I don't even want to think of how many people he's executed in his seven thousand years of life. He probably doesn't have a number either, since all this killing is routine for him.

My eyes are glued to the pages as I skim over the many gruesome ways in which Ze delivered death to those people and I can't help but wonder if he has a conscience. Does he regret this? Do these deaths weigh on his conscience?

How can he sleep at night?

Yet the questions are moot since he already confessed he doesn't feel. He merely receives his orders and follows them—the perfect soldier.

The perfect killer.

Because that's what he is, isn't it?

A killing machine, and not just a regular one. He's a God Killer—a moniker given to him not only by the author of the book but by the entirety of Aperion.

The sudden noise of a door opening startles me, as well as the voices that grow louder. I close the book and slide to the floor, creeping closer to the balustrade to see who it is—the last thing I want is to be caught researching the God Killer.

An unknown man takes a seat at the table just as Nigel materializes in front of him.

"You are dismissed, Nigel," Maros tells the wraith as he follows behind. Ze is next, closing the door behind him. His hands are behind his back as he scans the room with disinterest.

Maros takes a seat across from the other man while Ze continues to pace around.

"I am sorry to call on you at this hour, Your Majesty, but Commander Azerius stated it was urgent," Maros informs him.

Majesty? So that is the king?

Even more reason why I should not be found here.

FORTY-SEVEN

"Go on then, Commander. What was it so urgent that you had me come here personally?" the king asks with affected impatience, tapping his foot on the floor.

Ze gives him a bored look, but he doesn't reply immediately, walking around the library.

"Commander!" the king barks out.

"Since Elias absconded with the chalice, the Supremes have been on high alert. They fear that other artifacts might be in danger, too," Ze speaks slowly, leveling the king with his gaze. "You have been made aware recently of the weakening of the boundaries between the worlds. Demons in their physical form have managed to sneak into the intermediary realms, and it will not be long before they will be able to cross between worlds."

"I thought that was under control," the king grunts.

"For now. But the situation is not looking good. One of my generals is missing."

"Who?"

"Aethon," Ze replies quietly.

"Pyros?" The king frowns. "How could he go missing? I wasn't aware there was anyone who could take him out."