Divine Emperor of Death

Roxley Family Residence.

The majestic and grand residence hosted about thousands of people who belonged to the Roxley Family. It covered an area of 1,500 square kilometers and was a little lower than the Royal Xuan Palace in terms of height and majesticness.

After all, even though they had the wealth, if they made the structures grand enough, it would be like challenging the authority of the Royal Xuan Family. They wouldn't go that far and stab themselves in the legs.

That is why, as a noble family, maintaining equilibrium was equally important as maintaining their current underground businesses from being openly exposed.

Around the middle floors, in a certain room, there was a female figure resting on a bed with closed eyes.

This figure was Tina Roxley, who just came back after the nerve-wracking walk with Davis. Well, at least to her, it was nerve-wracking.

She threw herself on the bed and closed her eyes, but didn't sleep. It was as if she was clearing her mind of the events that happened today.

A few moments later, she opened her eyes, 'There's no way that it should be him, right? Maybe it's another masked person...'

She again shook her head as she held her forehead. No matter how she tried, she couldn't forget or let go of the events that happened today.

It was too important for her to not leave it be and too significant for her to brush it off as a coincidence.

Clenching her fists, she shouted in vexation, "Why did I have to find about his age!? Dammit!"

Although her intuition was right on the mark, she now regretted learning his identity.

'Elder Seylas should have seen his appearance, I'll tell him to draw one portrait of him before giving the pill...' Tina thought as she made a decision.

If it were really that person...

She shook her head, thinking that she had gotten ahead of herself.

A smile inadvertently appeared on her face and the previous demeanor that she held returned back to her as she stood up.

Suddenly, a knock came from the room door, "Young Miss, Master has called you to his room..."

"I'll go over in a few minutes..." Tina replied in a cold voice. The expression on her face, her eyes turned malevolent before it returned normal.

"Yes..." The feminine voice left the place.

Tina walked and stood in front of a mirror as she checked herself out. Seeing that her appearance was fine, she applied some makeup and made herself look as ugly as possible.

Satisfied with her hideous appearance, she left her room and arrived in front of the so-called 'master's' room.

When she stood in front of the room, her face scrunched up in disgust on hearing the sounds coming from the room, but she quickly changed her attitude to an ice-cold facade.

"Tina? Enter the room!" A cry was heard from the room.

Tina hesitated but she still went inside.

When she opened the door, sexual moans emerged from the room and filled her ears.

She came into the room and looked emotionlessly at the bed that was covered by curtains.

Only two silhouettes were visible, interconnected with each other, shaking on top of the bed as if they were dancing.

A man held a woman from her behind as he pounded. The woman kept moaning as she begged for mercy, but it just fueled the man to pound her even faster as he held her soft waist tightly.

Tina Roxley was not at all fazed by this familiar yet disgusting sight. She had made herself emotionless to a degree when she entered the room.

The woman in the bed was none other than the slave servant who called her to come here and the man that was known as 'master' was none other than her father.

'Sick bastard!' Tina Roxley shifted her gaze from the spectacle that was ensuing in front of her.

She knew all too well what kind of a person her father was, and why he would do this even when he knew that she was coming.

Faint killing intent emitted from her eyes.

The only person she hated enough to kill in this world was none other than her father himself!

A sound of climax could be heard as the man grunted and the woman moaned.

"Stay right there bastard! Don't you dare come out with that disgusting appearance of yours!" Tina said as she took out a sword.

"Hahaha! My darling Tina, so be it. If I can't come out, why don't you come in?" Her father replied causing her to take a deep breath and release it, one that was reeking of anger.

"For what reason did you call me for?" She asked in an icy tone.

She didn't want to stay in this place but had to do so. The only reason she came here was that she knew he would set his sights on her little sister if she didn't come.

"Haha, don't be so aggressive. I heard that you've been frolicking around with a man in the plaza near the Thousand Pill Association... Is it true?"

"What does it matter to you? Actually, why haven't you died yet?" Tina gripped the handle of the sword, her arms trembling.

She wanted nothing more than to tear apart this man in front of her.

"Did you lose your innocence? That's sad but it doesn't matter. I will accept you anytime, so come flying into your father's arms. I promise you that we'll have a passionate night!" The man said, his tone filled with lust.

Tina Roxley stomped the floor without holding back, causing a hole to be formed on the brick that was of Earth Grade quality.

"Sick bastard! If you have nothing left to say, I'm leaving!" Her tone of voice was cold. She opened the door and left.

When the man looked at the floor, his lower body trembled in fright but a moment later he smiled.

He grasped the arm of the woman lying in front of him, who was gasping for breath and lifted her up as he sealed her lips.

The woman let out a muffled sound, feeling out of breath.

He let go of her lips and said, "Look at my daughter, she's all grown up... If it just weren't for that old fart..."

"Master, I'm the only woman you need!" The woman interrupted as she gasped sexily.

The man pushed her away and sneered, "You're nothing but a slave! How would you compare to my daughter, heh!" 

....

*Bang!~*

The door slammed heavily as Tina came back to her room. She sat on the bed as her chest heaved heavily from anger. 

Clenching her fists, she looked in the direction of his room and looked forward to the day when she would end his life with her own hands.

This man, her father, was solely responsible for the death of two important people in her life.