**Luke's POV**
As I stepped into my throne room, an overwhelming tension filled the air, wrapping around me like a heavy fog. My subjects rose from their seats, a wave of respect washing over the chamber as they bowed their heads in deference. I strode purposefully down the aisle, the weight of their gaze resting on my shoulders, until I reached the imposing structure of my throne.
Settling into the ornate seat, I allowed my eyes to scan the sea of familiar faces before me. "You may all sit," I commanded, my voice steady. I locked my gaze onto my brother, Azazel, who sat fidgeting in his chair. "I believe you summoned me. Would you care to elaborate on the reason?"
Azazel squirmed, a hint of discomfort flickering across his features. Clearly, my arrival had taken him by surprise. "Your
