8. Daemus Assumes The Throne

After such a glorious victory that no other dictator or leader could ask for, the best of Daemus' army met at the castle that they had taken over.  Everyone who defended it lay dead inside, or had joined the ranks among Daemus' dead.  Many of the fleshlings stood outside of the gate, many more stood within the walls of the structure.  The older zombies lined the way leading up the stairs, and into the throne room.  With mighty power and command, Daemus walked through his masses of soldiers and strolled with undisputed power to the throne.  Inside the throne room itself, it's torn crimson curtains blowing helplessly in the wind during that dark night, Daemus walked past all of his Reapers to the Throne.  Beside the seat sat his two helpers, Mycenova and Sir Caladon.  All bowed as Daemus took those last few steps to his new throne.  

"My Master, my Lord." said Mycenova as Daemus neared him.  

Daemus turned back and looked at all his men that had made this happen.  He didn't feel pride or happiness or anything for those that had done this to him.  He just knew that his men were the best, and that only he himself was the best of them all.  Daemus sat on his newly hailed Throne of Power, as he crossed one leg on the other and placed his chin on his fist, accepting the weight of his new kingdom on his shoulders.

"Master promised me one kingdom on Earth should I be the one to take it over.  This will be it...for now." he said.