The End of Gods (A Welcome to the Underworld Novel, Book 4) by Con Template Read Free Book Online

its hands. The celebratory music from the grand piano filtered in and out of the six-story-high windows that wrapped around the rounded ballroom, showcasing the vibrant city surrounding it.
    Power and prestige rippled amongst the ocean of professionally dressed men and women gathered on the ground floor. Whether it was on the grand gold staircase or the various balconies that surrounded the rotunda ball, everywhere guests turned, they would be greeted with the sight of the most powerful figures in the country.
    It was truly an event fit for royalty, especially with the three sets of thrones residing in the already decadent ballroom. The thrones were there to follow the old traditions of the Underworld, a respectful seating arrangement for the eldest Advisor and the Kings of the 3 rd layer.
    Placed purposely on a red, carpeted platform with five steps of stairs leading up to it, a magnificent gold throne for the eldest Advisor claimed one side of the rotunda room while the King of Skulls’ seat sat in another section of the room. This grand seating arrangement was finished off with the King of Serpents’ seat being placed in the further section of the room, adjacent to the King of Skulls’ and parallel to Ju Won’s seat. In the final corner of the room laid a large podium that had the backdrop of the city behind it. It was the stage where Ju Won would make the speech everyone had waited years to hear.
    At the moment, all the seats, which resonated supremacy and prestige, were empty as the Advisors and Lee Ji Hoon were busy conversing with the rest of the Underworld populace in attendance, and Kwon Tae Hyun was preoccupied with speaking to his little sister.
    With his hand still on her arm, he continued to steer her with him until they reached a large pillar. They stood behind it, hidden under the shadows and veiled by the music that waltzed around the busy ballroom.
    “Hae Jin, stop it,” Tae Hyun reprimanded firmly, pulling her closer to the red and gold drapes that hung down from the high windows like a waterfall.
    He averted his eyes from her and took a moment to scan their surroundings to make sure that no one was staring in their direction. When he concluded that the coast was clear with the ground floor, he gazed up at the dark ceilings where the balconies sat above them. He assessed the darker, canvassed areas where he knew Ju Won’s many snipers were hidden in the shadowy corners of the ceiling. When it was palpable on his expression that, at the moment, no one could eavesdrop on them, he turned back to his sister.
    “Keep your voice down.”
    Fuming, Hae Jin, dressed in a black knee-length, formal business dress that had a white suit jacket layering over it, ripped her arm out of his grasp.
    “I went to her for you,” she continued to say, disregarding his command to keep her voice down. “When she should’ve never forgiven you for the crap you pulled because she resembled An Soo Jin!”
    A muscle tightened in Tae Hyun’s jaw, but Hae Jin paid no mind to it, for she didn’t realize she was never privy to the truth that her brother’s ex-girlfriend, Choi Yoori, was actually the revered Queen of the Underworld, who somehow acquired amnesia three years ago. She did not simply resemble An Soo Jin; she was An Soo Jin.
    Oblivious to this and blinded by rage, she went on. “I went to find her at the library. I told her how much you cared about her and how much she meant to you. I went to her for you and pleaded with her to forgive you because you were hurting. She came back to you under the belief that she meant something to you, and you do this? You kicked her out of the country? Are you fucking serious?”
    “You don’t know what happened, so stay out of this,” he snapped, furious that she had to remind him of his ex -girlfriend.
    “Did she get too emotional for you, big brother?” Hae Jin accused. Pain drenched her angry voice as she stared up at her brother with reproachful eyes. “God knows what