The Warden stared back at Eiro with a terrified expression. After all, the Demon was standing there with his wings loosely hanging behind him, just twitching around every once in a while, and his horns were reflecting the moonlight. The noble man pressed his palm against his eye due to the burning pain he was experiencing after this being in front of him pushed the lit cigar into it.
He took a step back with his teeth grinding against each other, "Wh-Who are you?! What are you?!" He exclaimed, and Eiro leaned back against the railing of the balcony while he took the cigar out of his mouth, "I'm just the guy that's going to kill you tonight, not much more than that." The Demon explained with a light smile on his face, and the Warden's immediately turned a pale white like the snow that was laying on the ground around the manor.
