The Pyfuhn Ray part 2

“WHAT!?” Sethari’s voice boomed. His servant stammered with fear.

“A-a new world wonder they say.” he gulped. “A weapon. They’re calling it the Pyfun Ray.”
Sethari slammed his fists on the table.

“NO! I will not have it! Nobody outshines the Ahten!” he said, seething with jealousy. It seemed that his every pore was oozing unfiltered hatred.

The servant shook like a leaf in the wind, truly afraid of his master. He had never seen him so outraged, and considering the horrors Sethari performed when only slightly disgruntled….

He decided not to dwell on that.

“W-what do you intend to do about it milord?”

Sethari paused for a moment. Then a sort of ravenous insanity grew in his eyes. Lust. hunger for power. Whatever one might call it, the servant knew it would be his undoing. he watched that horrific request emerge from his lips, the words that would haunt him for the rest of his short lived life.
“Fetch me my crown.”

The servants eyes widened, even in his wildest nightmares he wouldn’t dare tempt the thought of his lord having such a mad request.
‘Th-the crown? THEE crown? But your father- it was his dying words that nobody ever have that kind of power-”

“Did i not make myself clear?” Sethari said edging towards the man, his sword held so tight in his hands that his knuckles were white.

“I- no! Perfectly clear. I just think-”
Sethari suddenly stabbed his blade down into the servant’s foot.

“You don’t think! You do! You know where it’s buried…”

He winced  “p-please…..i can’t…”

Sethari twisted the blade, doubling the damage done to his foot then spoke calmly yet forcefully, emphasizing every word.
“Fetch me, my crown….”

“Right away!” he peeped, relenting to the pain. “I’ll fetch it immediately!” the servant pleaded as his eyes moistened. A cry of pain formed in his throat as his foot throbbed in agony. But he held his tongue. If he didn’t, he might lose it.

“Right answer.” Sethari said, removing the sword and shoving him, only relenting enough as not to topple the man.

“Run!!! Fetch me my crown before I stab the other!” 

To his great agony, the servant ran off. A trail of scarlet red footprints left in his wake.

Sethari scanned the rest of the room, his gaze causing even his most lethal guards to tremble.

“Is anyone else among you completely incompetent?”
They all quickly shook their heads.

He huffed in satisfaction.
“good.”